بَدَا وَجْهُهُ مِنْ فَوْقِ أَسْمَر قَدِّهِ

وَقَدْ لاحَ مِنْ ليْلِ الذَّوائِبِ في جُنْحِ

His face appeared from above his dark neck

And he emerged from the night of returned locks on the wing

فَقُلْتُ عَجيبٌ كَيْفَ لَمْ يَذْهَب الدُّجَى

وَقَدْ طَلَعَتْ شَمْسُ النَّهارِ على رُمْحِ

So I said: how strange is it that the darkness has not gone

When the sun of daylight has risen on the spear