Night and Morning

The great brightness of the burning of the stars,

Little frightened love,

Is like your eyes,

When in the heavy dusk

You question the dark blue shadows,

Fearing an evil.

Below the night

The one clear line of dawn;

As it were your head

Where there is one golden hair

Though your hair is very brown.

From the Arabic (School of Ebn-el-Moattaz) (ninth century).