لِلَّهِ بَيطارٌ بِحمصٍ ما رَنا

إِلّا وَسَلَّت مُقلَتاهُ مخذَما

God has a horse in Homs that will not neigh

Except to have its two eyelids scratched

أَنحى عَلى سَردِ النَعالِ فَخلتُهُ

بَدراً يَصوغُ مِنَ الأَهِلَّةِ أَنجُما

Leaning on the row of sandals I left it

A full moon that fashions stars out of rings