وحسناء لا جُنْحُ الظّلام اهْتدى لها

ولا نَحْوها ضَوءُ الصّباحِ تَطرَّقا

A beauty to whom the dark's wing could not find its way

Nor could the dawn's light shine upon her and seep through

ركبتُ إليها الليلَ والليلُ أدهمُ

فلم أنصرفْ إلا وقد عادَ أَبْلَقا

I visited her in the night while the night was pitch-black

Yet I returned not until the night itself gleamed white