1. أَديرا عَلَيَّ الكَأسَ وَاللَيلُ راحِلُ

    وَفي إِثرِهِ لِلصُبحِ بَلقٌ شَوائِلُ

    Pass me the cup, you two, as night departs;

    and in its wake come dawn’s piebald coursers, tails held high.

  2. تَرَفَّعَ عَنهُ مَنكَبُ اللَيلِ فَاِنجَلى

    كَما اِبتَسَمَت لَمياءُ وَالسِترُ مائِلُ

    Night’s shoulder lifted away from it, and it emerged unveiled,

    as when a dark-lipped beauty smiled, her mouth gently tilted.