سَقى سُرَّ مَن رأَى وَسُكّانَها

وَدَيراً لِسَوسَنِها الراهِبِ

The one who saw it watered the secret

And a monastery for its lilies of the monk

سَحابٌ تَدَفَّقَ عَن رَعدِهِ ال

صَفوقِ وَبارِقِه الواصِبِ

A cloud poured down from its roaring thunder

And its incessant lightning

فَقَد بِتُّ في دَيرِهِ لَيلَةً

وَبَدرٌ عَلى غُصنٍ صاحِبي

So I spent the night in his monastery

With the full moon over a branch, my companion

غَزالٌ سَقانيَ حَتّى الصَبا

حِ صَفراءَ كَالذَهَبِ الذائِبِ

A gazelle quenched me till dawn

Golden yellow like molten gold

عَلى الوَردِ مِن حُمرَةِ الوَجنَتَي

نِ وَفي الآسِ مِن خُضرَةِ الشارِبِ

On the roses the redness of the cheeks

And in the branches the greenness of the drinker

سَقاني المُدامَةَ مُستَيقِظاً

وَنِمتُ وَنامَ إِلى جانِبي

It quenched me with wine while awake

And I slept and it slept by my side

فَكانَت هَناةٌ لَكَ الوَيلُ مِن

جَناها الَّذي خَطَّهُ كاتِبي

So it was a respite, woe to you from its paradise

That my writer has outlined

فَيا رَبِّ تُب وَاِعفُ عَن مُذنِبٍ

مُقِرٍّ بِزَلَّتِهِ تائِبِ

O Lord, repent and pardon a sinful

Confessor admitting his lapse, penitent