إِنّ الهِلالَ بَدا وَهو اِبنُ لَيلَتِه

وَمَزَّق الغرب عَن حُلَّةَ الحجبِ

The crescent moon appeared still a babe of night

And ripped the veil of dusk to shreds

كَأَنّما الغرب يَبغي يَشتري دُرراً

فَجاءَ يَشحَنها في زَورَقِ الذّهبِ

As though the West sought gems to buy

And sailed forth in a golden barge