1. حَتّى مَ أُحاوِلُ أَرقدُهُ

    لَيلٌ يَتَمَرَّدُ أَسودُهُ

    How long shall I try to sleep through it—

    a night whose blackness rebels?

  2. وَعيونُ غَزالي نائِمةٌ

    تَضني جفني وَتسهِّدُهُ

    And my gazelle's eyes are asleep,

    exhausting my eyelid and keeping it sleepless.

  3. حَلَّت معقودَ ضَفائِرها

    أَبكارُ الشِعرِ وخرَّدُهُ

    They loosened their knotted braids—

    the virgins of poetry and its shy maidens—

  4. وَتغنَّت ترقصُ مُنشِدةً

    يا لَيلُ العمرُ مَتّى غدُهُ

    and sang, dancing and chanting:

    O night, when will life's tomorrow come?

  5. مَولايَ وَمن ضَلَّت عَيناه

    هَواكَ فَلحظُك يرشدُهُ

    My lord, whoever's eyes stray

    from love of you—your glance will guide him.

  6. فَعَلامَ وَعبدُكَ في سَقَمٍ

    تُدنيهِ مِنك وَتُبعِدُهُ

    Why then, while your slave is ill,

    do you draw him near you and send him away?

  7. فَكَأَنَّ البَدرَ رآكَ تميس

    فَهامَ بَقدِّكَ يُنشدُهُ

    So it is as though the full moon saw you sway,

    then fell in love with your figure, singing of it,

  8. وَهَوى يسترشفُ شهدَ لماك

    فَذابَ بِثَغرِكَ عَسجدُهُ

    and descended to sip the honey of your dusky lips,

    so its gold melted at your mouth.

  9. مَولايَ إِذا أَحبَبتَ فَتىً

    فَملوكُ العالَمِ تحسدُهُ

    My lord, if you love a youth,

    the kings of the world envy him.

  10. أَنَسيتَ العَبدَ ديانَته

    فَاِغتاظَ المَولى سَيِّدُهُ

    You made the slave forget his faith,

    so the Lord, his master, grew angry.

  11. ديني قَد رَقَّ فَوا تَلَفي

    هَل باقٍ غَيرك أَعبُدُهُ

    My faith has worn thin—alas for my ruin!

    Is anyone left but you for me to worship?

  12. أَبداً يَشتاقُ إِلَيكَ فَتىً

    تَتَأَوَّهُ يَأساً عَوَّدُهُ

    Forever a youth longs for you;

    his sickbed visitors sigh in despair.

  13. فَإِذا ما شِئتَ تزوّده

    تَعبَ الدُنيا يَتَزَوَّدُهُ

    So if ever you wish to provision him,

    he will take the world's weariness as his provision.