1. The stars' ill omens do not bode ill for me,
Rather, good fortune lives in them at dawn.

2. Oh, would that I had died of longing and sorrow
For your loss, O Leyla, while my heart endured!

3. And if you stay away, O night, how can I give up love for you?
Nay - my passion and desire are renewed.

4. And if you draw near, O night, while love is true,
It grows as it did once when we were parted.

5. And if this separation has broken your promise,
My love for you till death only increases.