نصبو القَنا الطِّعانِ فَخلْتهُ

مِنْ فرطِ نقْعهمُ نبات القسطلِ

They planted spears, their sharp tips upright

In soil nourished with blood of slain heros

حتى اذا شَرَعوهُ قُلْتُ كواكبٌ

مُنْقضَّةٌ في جِنْحِ ليلٍ ألْيَلِ

When the spears sprouted leaves, I thought

they were stars descending in the darkest night.