لمّا رأيتُ النّجمَ ساةٍ طَرْفُه

والأفْقُ قد ألقَى عليه سُباتا

When I saw the drowsy star blink its eye,

And the horizon cast over it a doze,

وبناتُ نَعشٍ في الحِداد سوافرٌ

أيقنْتُ أنّ صَباحَهم قد ماتا

And the pallbearers' daughters walked unveiled in mourning,

I knew for certain that their dawn had died.