وَمُرْتَدٍ بِالُّدجَى رَوَّحْتُ صَهْوَتَهُ

بَعْدَ اخْتِلاسِ ذَماءِ الرِّيحِ بِالعَنَقِ

In the dark night I soothed his panting chest

After the wind stole the kisses of his neck

فَما مَسَحْتُ بِعُرْفِ الصُّبْحِ حافِرَهُ

وَلا فَلَيْتُ عَلَيْهِ لِمَّة الغَسَقِ

Yet at dawn I did not stroke his hoofs

Nor bid him farewell as night fell

وَلَيْسَ فِي الأَرْضِ مَنْ يَطْوي إِليهِ فَلاً

يَجْلو لَمَى اللَّيْلِ فيها مَبسِمُ الفَلَقِ

None in this land can journey to him

To soothe the night’s torment with the smile of dawn