خُذ مِن يَمينِ البَدرِ شَمساً أُطلِعَت

بِسَماءِ كَأسٍ وَالحَبابُ نُجومُ

Take from the right side of the full moon a sun that rose

In a sky like a cup with stars as bubbles

تِلكَ المَصابيحُ الَّتي هِيَ زينَةٌ

وَعَلى شَياطينِ الهُمومِ رُجومُ

Those are the lanterns that are an adornment

And over the demons of worries like stoning

مِن كَفِّ ريمِ الرومِ فَهوَ إِذا رَنا

فَكَأَنَّهُ صَيدَ الأُسودِ يَرومُ

From the palm of the Roman chief so when he sings

It's as if he hunts lions he intends

فَلوِ اِدَّعَت سِحرَ اللَواحِظِ بابِلٌ

وَرُضابَهُ غَلَبَت عَلَيهِ الرومُ

So if Babylon claimed the magic of creation

And its pounding, the Romans overcame it