يَاO ليْلُnight طُلْتَyou have grown long وَلَمْand did not تَجُدْbestow بِتَبَسُّمٍwith a smile
يَا ليْلُ طُلْتَ وَلَمْ تَجُدْ بِتَبَسُّمٍ
وَأَرَيْتَنِيand you showed me خُلُقَthe disposition of الْعَبُوسِthe scowling one النَّادِمِthe regretful
وَأَرَيْتَنِي خُلُقَ الْعَبُوسِ النَّادِمِ
O night, you have grown long and have not bestowed a smile.
And you have shown me the disposition of the scowling, regretful one.
هَلاَّwhy not رَحِمْتَyou pitied تَغَرُّبِيmy exile وَتَفَرُّقِيand my separation
هَلاَّ رَحِمْتَ تَغَرُّبِي وَتَفَرُّقِي
لِلَّهِby God مَاhow أَقْسَاكَcruel you are يَاO ابْنَson of الْخَادِمِthe servant
لِلَّهِ مَا أَقْسَاكَ يَا ابْنَ الْخَادِمِ
Why did you not pity my exile and my separation?
By God, how cruel you are, O son of the servant!
Sol 6.1