والسُّمْرُ من قُلُبِ القُلُوْبِ مَوَاتِحٌ

والسُّمْرُ من قُلُبِ القُلُوْبِ مَوَاتِحٌ

وكأنَّها مَوْصُوْلَةُ الأشْطَانِ

وكأنَّها مَوْصُوْلَةُ الأشْطَانِ

And the brown spears draw from the wells of hearts,

The vines are keys to hearts from deep within

and it is as though their well-ropes were joined together.

As if they're strung upon some evil's skin

والنَّبْلُ في حَلَقِ الدِّلاَصِ كأنَّها

والنَّبْلُ في حَلَقِ الدِّلاَصِ كأنَّها

وَيْلُ الحَيَا في مائجِ الغُدْرَانِ

وَيْلُ الحَيَا في مائجِ الغُدْرَانِ

And the arrows in the rings of polished mail are like

And arrows in the quivers, it appears

the rain's woe in the surging waters of pools.

Are vipers striking at the bosom's core