إِنّ السّماءَ بَدَت تَشتدُّ زُرقتها
وَلَم يَكُن حُسنها يَعروهُ تَحويلُ
The sky appears to intensify its blueness
And its beauty knows no change
كَأَنّها حينَما تَسري النّجوم بِها
بَحرٌ لَقَد سَبحت فيهِ القَناديلُ
As if when the stars pass through it
It were a sea in which lamps have swum
