الجَوُّ قَد جَلَتِ الثُرَيّا نَفسَها

فيهِ بِما صاغَت لَها الأَضواءُ

The atmosphere has adorned itself

with what the lights have crafted for it

فَكَأَنَّهُ رامٍ عَلَيهِ غِيارُهُ

وَعَلى الغِيارِ خَريطَةٌ بَيضاءُ

So it's as though its lover attacks it

and on the lover a white map