سَريتُ على ظهرِ الأقَبِّ مُشَمِّراً

سَريتُ على ظهرِ الأقَبِّ مُشَمِّراً

أقودُ بهِ الظلماءَ وهي حَرونُ

أقودُ بهِ الظلماءَ وهي حَرونُ

I rode by night on the slender-waisted steed’s back, girded up;

I strode upon the back of darkness, prepared,

With it I lead the darkness, though it balks.

Leading it while it burned hot,

كأنّ الدُجى منّي تخافُ وتتقي

كأنّ الدُجى منّي تخافُ وتتقي

فكلُّ هواديهِ عليَّ عُيونُ

فكلُّ هواديهِ عليَّ عُيونُ

As though the darkness fears me and guards against me,

As if the gloom feared me and fled,

So all its forerunners are eyes upon me.

For in each of its valleys were eyes upon me.