حبذا طيف سليمى إذ طوى

حذر الواشي السرى من ذي طوى

How pleasant was her graceful shadow when it bent low,

As the cautious whisperer was wary of one with a twist,

وأبى الحي طروقا وهم

بين أجراع زرود ذا اللوى

While the alive refused fatigue and worries -

Among the drinking horns of the curved one, the possessor of bending.

بت اسكو ما الاقيه إلى

طيفها الطارق من مس الجوى

I stayed up - what I find is but

Her shadow that glides from touching the weather.

اشكر الاحلام لما جمعت

بيننا وهنا على رغم النوى

I thank dreams for what they gathered

Between us and here despite intentions.

ايها العادل دعني والهوى

ليس مشغول وخالٍ بالسواى

O you just one, leave me and passion -

It is not busy or empty with anything else.