1. وَالرَعدُ في أَرجائِهِ مُتَرَنِّمُ

    وَالبَرقُ في حافاتِهِ مُتَلَهِّبُ

    And thunder sings throughout its reaches,

    And lightning blazes along its edges,

  2. كَالبُلقِ تَرمَحُ وَالصَوارِمِ تُنتَضى

    وَالجَوُّ يَبسُمُ وَالأَنامِلُ تَحسُبُ

    Like piebald horses kicking and keen swords being unsheathed.

    And the sky smiles, and fingers count.

  3. وَعَلى الصَباحِ غُلالَةٌ فِضِّيَّةٌ

    فيها طِرازٌ مِن خَيالِكَ مُذَهَّبُ

    And over the morning lies a silvery robe,

    Within it is a gilded pattern of your image.