وَمُعتَرَكٍ لِلوَصلِ يُجلى عَجاجُهُ

بِبَطحاءَ قَومٍ عَن قَتيلٍ وَقاتِلِ

A battlefield for reunion made clear by the croaking of its frogs

In the lowlands of a people mourning their dead and their killer

وَأَكثَرُ ما يُلقى بِهِ غِبَّ نَومِهِ

سِقاطُ اللَآلي أَو فُصومُ الخَلاخِلِ

And most disturbing its sleep are the falling stars

Or the clinking of anklets