1. O night, O Layla, O night
O cupbearer of comfort, bring comfort O cupbearer

2. From the light of your cheeks or from the fire of my passions
And drink the pure wine of love, O cupbearer

3. From my gaze upon you during my happy hours
O night, O Layla, O night

4. Weeks have passed without seeing you, O my soul
So how are you, has love nursed you, O my soul

5. New Egypt, refuge of our spiritual love
So return to it, a bier carrying a soul to a soul

6. O night, O Layla O night
We know, O emigrant, that an unfaithful, treacherous soul

7. May overstep, being an ungrateful, betraying soul
Patience warns me of betrayal, O emigrant

8. I seek refuge in love, as it is the commanding angel
That my hopes in you not be dashed, O sorcerer

9. O night, O Layla, O night
The covenant of first love is your covenant

10. And the rise of bliss is your promise
When will I see you

11. And my abode embraces you
I was created inclined to you

12. O night, O Layla, O night
The covenant of first love - will you forget it, O emigrant

13. The covenant of first love - will you forget it, O deserter
The covenant of first love - will you forget it, O conqueror

14. O emigrant, O deserter, O conqueror, O unbeliever
O night, O Layla, O night

15. New Egypt on Tuesdays
Were playgrounds for my whims and passions

16. O creator of love on Tuesday
When will Tuesday return to us?

17. O night, O Layla, O night
To whom is your loyalty, O deserter

18. If you throw another, you are the losing winner
My love is the love, and it is the victorious conqueror

19. So lament your bliss after me, O deserter
New Egypt on Tuesdays

20. Complains of my estrangement on Tuesdays
O night, ah O night

21. O night, ah O night
I drank my tears, so no cup or cupbearer

22. My companion left, leaving me to my passions
O cupbearer of comfort, bring the tears, O cupbearer

23. My tears are the comfort, so serve them to me, O cupbearer
O cupbearer of tears after comfort, O cupbearer

24. My tears are blood, so be gentle, O cupbearer
Ah woe, ah woe, ah woe

25. After the sad singing
And these sighs

26. And after the agony of yearning
And these laments

27. The specter of the past says
In the tone of the gazelle

28. What is this fire you kindle with your poems
If not for your singing, it would not blaze in your fire

29. So sing
What will you sing?

30. I say:
From what wonders were you created

31. From what magic were you formed
The flowers are inspired by your charm

32. And poetry is inspired by your beauty
Do not blame fate

33. For love and fire
Are wonders of your magic, you

34. Weeks pass without seeing you, how woeful
For a life without seeing you, gloomy

35. Weeks pass without seeing you, how arduous
A life you distance yourself from, remote

36. The night says
What does the night say?

37. It says I love you
It says I love you

38. It says I love you
O most beautiful of people, where are the people, I'm tired

39. My soul is tired searching for your likeness among the people
O killer with loyalty

40. What does loyalty want?
Betray, and let me live

41. To kill me is forbidden to you
Betray, and let me live

42. To kill me is forbidden to you
New Egypt on Tuesdays

43. Were playgrounds for my whims and passions
O creator of love on Tuesday

44. When will Tuesday return to us?
Love was Baghdad

45. Oh woe from Baghdad
Love was Paris

46. Oh woe from Paris
New Egypt is my abode

47. And love is my decision in it
Do not forget, O traitor,

48. The beauty of this abode
In it I made you a tender, blooming branch

49. Like a rose garden in the days of March
I yearn for you

50. I call to you
Helwan hides you from me wrongfully

51. New Egypt complains after Helwan
New Egypt you are

52. You created it, you are
With the magic of poetry I possess you

53. And you possess me with beauty
Poetry is servant to beauty

54. So have mercy if you wish on your servant
Beauty is in your hands

55. To you my matter, to you
O poet, whose soul is flaming fire

56. And whose poetry is pure, fervent wine
Then sing

57. What will you sing?
I say:

58. For the magic of poetry with Beauty
There is a station higher than wealth, power and money

59. O night, O Layla, O night
O love of the soul, and the soul is yours

60. Where is the whispering of love in the days of innocence
Passion scorched the heart with pining for your intimacy

61. By love, tell me, when will be the day we meet?
Where, O soul, are the past nights

62. And your singing, O merry companion
Do not say those nights have gone

63. Their embers smoldering remain in my heart
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

64. I have not gotten from the one I want
In love what I want

65. What do you want, what do you want?
I want to kill my worries at their source

66. With raging cups of wine, raging
The cup is in your hand

67. The cup is on your lips
Give me, give me

68. Give me, give me
I will give you, if you wish, the cups of Tuesday

69. O creator of poetry on Tuesday