مُكحُلةٌ تَجمعُ أميالَها

ولا أَرى مِيلَينِ في مُكحُلَه

Kohl-lined eyes gather her miles

Yet I see no leaning in her kohl

يَقولُ مَن باتَ ضَجيعاً لَها

لا كانَ هَذا اللَّيلُ ما أطوَلَه

He who spent the night laid next to her would say

If only this night were longer