سهِرْنَا وَفِي سيْرِ النَّجُومِ اعْتِبَارُنَا

إِلَى أَنْ ضَفَا لِلَّيْلِ مِنْ فَوْقِنَا رَيْطُ

We stayed up as the stars moved on

Till the night cast a veil upon us from above.

فَخِلْنَا شِهَاب الرَّجْمِ إِبْرَةَ خَائِطٍ

مُسُوحَاً وَمَا يبْقَى مِنَ الذَّنَبِ الْخَيْطُ

We left the shooting star a threaded needle,

Ironed out, with only the thread of its tail left behind.