لِعَيني كُلَّ يَومٍ مِنكَ حَظٌّ

تَحَيَّرُ مِنهُ في أَمرٍ عُجابِ

My eyes have their share of you every day

My eyes receive a share of you each day,

They are perplexed by strange, wondrous ways

That leaves them bewildered in a wondrous way:

حِمالَةُ ذا الحُسامِ عَلى حُسامٍ

وَمَوقِعُ ذا السَحابِ عَلى سَحابِ

Bearer of swords against swords, like clouds

The bearing of this sword upon a Sword,

your blows land on blows, in shrouds

The placing of this cloud upon a Cloud.