لِلّهِ بَدر المُصلى إِذ مَشى مَرَحاً

وَالزَهو يَسحَب ذَيل الدَل وَالخَفر

For God the full moon rose as he walked playfully,

Dragging the train of his robe and mantle.

وَالطَرف يَرقب نَحو الغَرب مَطلَعَهُ

وَالقَلب في حيرة كَالواله الحَصر

My gaze followed his rising in the west,

While my heart was lost in bewilderment and captivation.

وَمُذ أَتاني بَريد القَلب يُخبِرُني

أَيقَنت أَني كَموسى وَهُوَ كَالخضر

Since the post brought me news of my heart, announcing

That I was like Moses, and he was the Green One,

وَدَدتُ أَني في باب البَريد لِكَي

كُلٌّ يَمُرُّ فَأَحظى مِنهُ بِالنَظَر

I wished I was in the post office so

That each one who passed might give me a glance.

هَبت لَهُ نَسمة طابَت رَوائحها

بَل ذاكَ مكتسب مِن ذَيلِهِ العَطر

A sweet breeze blew towards him, its fragrance enhanced

By the perfume gained from his trailing robe.