1. O Lord of the night in which I was cloaked in companionship
From a conversation that flowed like a bride

2. So we picked from what makes flowers bloom
And we embraced his refined manners

3. And the night leaned to excel the dawn in beauty
And the maidens excelled the suns in it

4. And if its darkness did not depart from its gloom
Its obscurity returned like a young fawn