تَغَنّى شِهابٌ لَنا ليلَةً

غِناءً لَهُ هَجَعَ السُمِّرُ

A shooting star sang to us one night

A song that made the nightingale hush

فَأَعجَبَ هَذا اِبنَ بَلّيمَةٍ

فَأَقبَلَ مِن دُبرِهِ يَنمَرُ

And it amazed Ibn Ballima's son

Who turned around from his back to pounce