 في نور القمر، بصيت على وشه التعبان وعلى عيونه المقفولة، وعلى خصل شعره إللي كانت بترقص في الريح. وقلت لنفسي 
In the moonlight I looked at his pale forehead, his closed eyes, his locks of hair that trembled in the wind, and I said to myself: 