حَكَيْتُ سَنا الأفْقِ في بهْجَتي

حَكَيْتُ سَنا الأفْقِ في بهْجَتي

وصُغْتُ كواكِبَهُ لي نِصالا

وصُغْتُ كواكِبَهُ لي نِصالا

I mirrored the horizon’s radiance in my splendor,

I told the horizon's splendor in my delight

And fashioned its stars into blades for myself.

And forged its stars for me as swords

ومِن عجَبٍ أنّ وجْهَ ابْنِ نصْرٍ

ومِن عجَبٍ أنّ وجْهَ ابْنِ نصْرٍ

صباحٌ ويُطْلِعُ منّي هِلالا

صباحٌ ويُطْلِعُ منّي هِلالا

And it is a marvel that the face of Ibn Nasr

And from wonder, the face of Ibn Nasr's son

Is morning, yet makes a crescent rise from me.

Is dawn, rising in me as a crescent moon