ما زِلتُ عَلَيهِ في الكَرى مُحتالا

ما زِلتُ عَلَيهِ في الكَرى مُحتالا

حَتّى جانى خَيالُهُ مُختالا

حَتّى جانى خَيالُهُ مُختالا

I kept contriving to reach him in slumber,

until his apparition came to me, strutting proudly.

لَولا فَزَعٌ مِن رَقدَةِ تفَجعني

لَولا فَزَعٌ مِن رَقدَةِ تفَجعني

في النَومِ إِذاً قُمتُ لَهُ إِجلالا

في النَومِ إِذاً قُمتُ لَهُ إِجلالا

But for fear of being startled from slumber, which would grieve me,

I would have risen in my sleep in reverence for him.