لَقَدْ جَعَلَ اللّيْلُ الطَّوِيلُ لِنَأيِهَا

لَقَدْ جَعَلَ اللّيْلُ الطَّوِيلُ لِنَأيِهَا

عَلَيَّ بِرَوْعَاتِ الْهَوَى يَتَطَاوَلُ

عَلَيَّ بِرَوْعَاتِ الْهَوَى يَتَطَاوَلُ

Indeed, the long night, because she is far away, has begun

The long night with her so far away

to drag on for me amid the terrors of love.

Has let my passion's pangs more fiercely sway,

إذَا مَا اعْتَرَتْنِي لَوْعَةٌ زَادَ ذِكْرُهَا

إذَا مَا اعْتَرَتْنِي لَوْعَةٌ زَادَ ذِكْرُهَا

تَجَدُّدَ وَصْلٍ فَاعْتَرَتْنِي البَلابِلُ

تَجَدُّدَ وَصْلٍ فَاعْتَرَتْنِي البَلابِلُ

Whenever a pang of longing assails me, remembrance of her intensifies

And when love's madness grows past what I can bear

the renewal of union, and anxieties assail me.

Thoughts of her make it new, and wild birds blare