وكأنّ جُنْحَ اللّيْلِ أسْودُ سارِقٌ

وكأنّ جُنْحَ اللّيْلِ أسْودُ سارِقٌ

سَرَقَ الصّباحَ الطَّلْقَ ثَوْباً أبْيَضا

سَرَقَ الصّباحَ الطَّلْقَ ثَوْباً أبْيَضا

And it is as though night’s darkness were a black thief,

As though night's dark winged thief

who stole a white robe from the radiant morning.

Stole dawn's bright robe of white,

مازالَ يَضْرِبُ بالبَوارِقِ ظَهْرَهُ

مازالَ يَضْرِبُ بالبَوارِقِ ظَهْرَهُ

حتّى أقَرَّ بهِ فَها هُوَ قدْ أَضا

حتّى أقَرَّ بهِ فَها هُوَ قدْ أَضا

Morning kept striking his back with flashes of lightning,

Still striking lightning at his back

until he confessed to it—and behold, morning now shines.

Until, behold, the day ignites