أرْخَى عَلَى الخَدّ شَعْراً

بَدْرٌ لَهُ التِّيهُ عَادَهْ

He let his hair fall upon his cheek

A moon whose wandering became its habit

وَسَارَ فِيهِ فَقُلْنَا

أمَا خَشِيتَ سَوَادَهْ

And it went about in it, so we said

"Have you no fear of its darkness?"

فَقَالَ وَجْهِي صَبِيحٌ

قُلْنَا صَبَاحَ السَّعادَه

But he said "My face is radiant"

We said "Good morning to happiness"