أَقولُ وَقَد طالَ لَيلُ الهُمومِ

أَقولُ وَقَد طالَ لَيلُ الهُمومِ

وَسامَرتُ نَجوى فُؤادٍ سَقيمِ

وَسامَرتُ نَجوى فُؤادٍ سَقيمِ

I say, now that the night of sorrows has grown long,

I say, as the night of cares has grown long,

And I have passed the night conversing with my ailing heart’s whisper:

And I have conversed by night with an ailing heart's whispers:

تُرى الشَمسُ قَد مَسَخَت كَوكَباً

تُرى الشَمسُ قَد مَسَخَت كَوكَباً

وَقَد طَلَعَت في عِدادِ النُجومِ

وَقَد طَلَعَت في عِدادِ النُجومِ

Could the sun have turned into a star,

I wonder, has the sun turned into a star,

And risen among the ranks of the stars?

And risen among the ranks of the stars?