صَدّتْ وبدرُ التِّمّ مَكسوفٌ بِهِ

فَحَسِبتُ أَنَّ كُسوفَهُ مَنْ صَدِّها

She turned away, and the full moon was eclipsed by her

So I thought that its eclipse was from her turning away

والبدرُ قد ذهبَ الخسوفُ بنورِهِ

في ليلةٍ حَسَرَتْ أواخِرَ مَدِّها

And the moon, its light has gone from the eclipse

In a night whose latter part was woeful

فَكَأنَّهُ مرآةُ قَيْنٍ أُحْمِيَتْ

فَمَشى احمِرارُ النّارِ في مُسْوَدّها

It was as though it was a reddish mirror

Over which the redness of fire spread in its blackness