وَأَغيَدَ مِثلُ الصبحِ بَلبَلَ لَيلَه

وَأَغيَدَ مِثلُ الصبحِ بَلبَلَ لَيلَه

فَأَفنَيتُ لَيلاً لَيسَ يَفنى بَلابِلا

فَأَفنَيتُ لَيلاً لَيسَ يَفنى بَلابِلا

And a graceful youth, like the dawn, threw his night into turmoil;

And the nightingale sang like the morn

So I spent a night that would not end, in anguish.

So I spent a night that cannot be spent with nightingales

إِذا قالَ سَمعي لَم يُجِب دَعوَةَ الهَوى

إِذا قالَ سَمعي لَم يُجِب دَعوَةَ الهَوى

لَهُ بِنَعَم قالَ الفُؤادُ بَلى بَلى

لَهُ بِنَعَم قالَ الفُؤادُ بَلى بَلى

When my hearing said he had not answered love’s call

When my hearing said “Listen!” it did not heed the call of passion

To him with a ‘yes,’ my heart said, ‘Yes, yes.’

My heart responded “Yes! Yes indeed!”