آبَ هذا اللَيلُ فَاِكتَنَعا

آبَ هذا اللَيلُ فَاِكتَنَعا

وَأَمَرَّ النَومُ وَاِمتَنَعا

وَأَمَرَّ النَومُ وَاِمتَنَعا

This night returned and closed in,

This night's dew has hardened

And sleep fled and stayed away.

And sleep refused its command

في قِبابٍ وَسطَ دَسكَرَةٍ

في قِبابٍ وَسطَ دَسكَرَةٍ

حَولَها الزَيتونُ قَد يَنَعا

حَولَها الزَيتونُ قَد يَنَعا

In domed pavilions amid a village,

In domes amidst still darkness

Around which the olives have already ripened,

Olive trees around it have flourished

خُرفَةً حَتّى إِذا اِرتَبَعَت

خُرفَةً حَتّى إِذا اِرتَبَعَت

سَكَنَت مِن جِلِّقٍ بَيَعا

سَكَنَت مِن جِلِّقٍ بَيَعا

For an autumn—until, when she took spring quarters,

Settling after restless turning

She dwelt in churches of Jilliq.

From much whispering it has stilled

عِندَ غَيري فَاِلتَمِس رَجُلاً

عِندَ غَيري فَاِلتَمِس رَجُلاً

يَأكُلُ التَنّومَ وَالسَلَعا

يَأكُلُ التَنّومَ وَالسَلَعا

Look elsewhere, then—not to me—for a man

Go to another, seek a man

Who eats tannūm and salaʿ.

Who eats sleep and merchandise

ذاكَ شَيءٌ لَستُ آكِلُهُ

ذاكَ شَيءٌ لَستُ آكِلُهُ

وَأَراهُ مَأكَلاً فَظِعا

وَأَراهُ مَأكَلاً فَظِعا

That is something I do not eat,

That I do not partake

And I consider it dreadful fare.

And I view it as gross fare