وَتَخت عَلى نَهرٍ لَقَد رَقّ ماؤُهُ

نَصبت فَشمت النّجمَ أَسفل مِن تَختي

A bed upon a river whose waters have run dry

I set up to inhale the stars below my bed

فَتَهتُ بِهِ أُنساً وَلِمْ لَمْ أتِه بهِ

وَهَذي السّما وَالأَنجم الزُّهر مِن تَحتي

With it I became distracted forgetting why

As the sky and stars are flowers underneath my head