فَليتَ دَفَعتَ الهَمَّ عَنِّيَ ساعَةً

فَليتَ دَفَعتَ الهَمَّ عَنِّيَ ساعَةً

فَبِتنَا عَلَى ما خَيَّلَت ناعِمَي

فَبِتنَا عَلَى ما خَيَّلَت ناعِمَي

If only you would drive sorrow from me for an hour,

If only you could dispel my worries for an hour

So we might spend the night at ease, whatever might come.

So we might spend the night as my fantasies entertained

أَلَم يَشِفيَنكَ أَنَّ نَومي مُسَهَّدٌ

أَلَم يَشِفيَنكَ أَنَّ نَومي مُسَهَّدٌ

وشَوقي إلى ما يَعتَريني وتَسهالي

وشَوقي إلى ما يَعتَريني وتَسهالي

Does my wakeful sleep not satisfy you—

Does it not gladden you that I lay awake

My longing, besides all that assails me, and my languishing?

Yearning for what afflicts me and keeps me restless