قَد أَغتَدي وَفي الدُجى مَبالِغُ

وَالفَجرُ لِلساقَةِ مِنها صائِغُ

I have become intoxicated while the darkness abounds,

And dawn for the travelers from it is gleaming.

وَمِنهُ لِلصُبحِ خَطيبٌ نابِغُ

وَاللَيلُ في المَغرِبِ عَنهُ رائِغُ

From it, for the morning, an eloquent preacher,

And the night in the west from it is departing.

بِمَشرَفيٍّ في الدِماءِ والِغُ

قُدَّ لَهُ قَميصُ وَشيٍ سابِغُ

With blood-stained spendthrift garments donned,

For him has been tailored a long youthful shirt,

وَمِنسَرٍ ماضي الشَباةِ دامِعُ

يَملَأُ كَفَّيهِ جَناحٌ فارِغُ

And a departing skirt with tears overflowing,

Filling both his palms, wings expanding free.