وَقَطِيعٍ كانَ أُفقاً لِلطِّلا

سَكَنَتهُ رِيقَةُ الشّهدِ لَمَا

A flock was a horizon for the rising of dawn

It was calmed by a honeyed saliva when

لَيتَ شِعرِي واللَّيَالِي عِبَرٌ

مَن أَحَالَ الأُفقَ مِنهُ مَبسِمَا

If only I knew, and the nights are a passage

Who made the horizon from it a smile