تاهَت عَلى القاصِراتِ القَيصَرِيّاتِ

رودٌ مِنَ الخَفَراتِ الكِسرَ وَيّاتِ

The purple robes graced the Caesarean girls

Of the guards whose spears were ready to unfurl

تَبدو غَلائِلُ خَدَّيها مُوَرَّدَةً

فيها مِنَ الظِرزِ جُمهورُ المَلاحاتِ

Her braided locks appeared a roseate hue

As flocks of beautiful women in them swirl

كَأَنَّ طُرَّتَها مِن فَوقِ طَلعَتِها

لَيلُ الهُمومِ عَلى صُبحِ المَسَرّاتِ

As though above her tiara in the night

Lay sorrow’s darkness at dawn’s joyous whirl