تَبَدَّت فَقُلتُ الشَمسُ عِندَ طُلوعِها

بَجيدٍ نَقِيِّ اللَونِ مِن أَثَرِ الوَرسِ

She appeared, so I said: "It is the sun at its rising,"

With a neck of pure hue, marked by traces of saffron.

فَلَمّا كَرَرتُ الطَرفَ قُلتُ لِصاحِبي

عَلى مِريَةٍ ما ها هُنا مَطلَعُ الشَمسِ

But when I cast my gaze again, I said to my companion,

In doubt: "This is not the place where the sun rises."