1. قَد أَغتَدي وَاللَيلُ داجٍ عَسكَرُه

    وَالصُبحُ يَفري جُلَّهُ وَيَدحَرُه

    The night has become dark as its army camps,

    And dawn races in, putting its all to flight.

  2. كَاللَهَبِ المُرتَجِّ طارَ شَرَرُه

    بِأَحجَنِ الكَلّوبِ أَقنى مِنسَرُه

    Like flaming sparks its light flares and darts,

    Sheltering in the folds of its dark robe.

  3. مُعاوِدُ الإِقدامِ حينَ تَذمُرُه

    أَحوى الظُهارِ جَسِدٌ مُعَذِّرُه

    Returning to the attack when it dons its armor,

    A slender body concealed in its cloak.

  4. كَأَنَّما زَعفَرَهُ مُزَعفِرُه

    لا يوإِلُ الأَبغَثَ مِنهُ حَذَرَه

    As though its saffron color had dyed its coat,

    The owl does not cease its cries of alarm.

  5. حيناً يُساهيهِ وَحيناً يَدجُرُه

    يُهوي لَهُ مَخالِباً تُشَرشِرُه

    Now it draws close, now it shrinks away,

    Raking at it with sharp talons.

  6. طَوراً يُفَرّيهِ وَطَوراً يَنقُرُه

    وَالسَربُ لا يَنفَعُهُ تَسَتُّرُه

    Sometimes driving it off, sometimes pecking it,

    And the flock cannot save it with its cover.

  7. مِنَ الإِوَزِّ الخانِساتِ تَقفِرُه

    صَكّاً إِذا جَدَّ بِهِ تَقَدُّرُه

    From the lurking blue rock pigeons they harry it,

    Hissing when it swoops down upon them.

  8. كَطالِبِ الأَوتارِ طُلَّت مِأَرُه

    أَو لِمُحِلِّ النَحبِ كانَ يُذِرُه

    Like a lute player trying out his strings,

    Or a boy with his sling disturbing it.