رُبَّ لَيْلٍ مازِلْتُ أَلْثِمُ فيهِ

قَمَراً لابِساً غِلالَةَ وَرْدِ

Many a night whose sins I dwelt in

Wearing the moon as a robe embroidered with roses

وَالثُرَيا كأَنَّها كَفُّ خَوْدٍ

داخَلَتْها لِلْبَيْنِ رِعْدَةُ وَجْدِ

While the Pleiades appear as the palm of a lover

Entering it violently in passionate zeal

لَمْ تُطِقْ دَفْعَها عَنِ الوَجْدِ حَتَّى

قَطَّعَتْها لِلْبَيْنِ مِنْ أَصْلِ زَنْدِ

It could not repel it from the fervor

So it severed it for the distant one from the base of affection

مَا بَدا لِي بَدْرٌ مِنَ الوَصْلِ إِلا

كَسَفَتْهُ أَيْدي الفِراقِ بِصَدِّ

No full moon of union appeared to me

Except the hands of separation eclipsed it with rejection