وَمُحَجَّبٍ نَبَّهْتُهُ

وَالشَّمْسُ تَقْرُبُ لِلأُفُولِ

I woke the veiled one

As the sun approached the setting

نَظَرَتْ إلَى أُفُقِ الشُّرُو

قِ تَلَهُّفا نَظَرَ الْعَلِيلِ

She looked to the western horizon

Eagerly the ailing one looked

والضَّوْءُ يُنْحِلُ جِسْمَهُ

وَسِقامُها سَبَبُ النُّحُولِ

And light dissolved his body

Her sickness the cause of his fading

ما نَغَّصَتْهُ وَصْلَها

حَتَّى تَرَدَّتْ بِالأَصِيلِ

She did not spoil his pleasure with her arrival

Until she went back at nightfall

فأَفَاقَ مَعْقُولَ اللِّسا

نِ وَما تمَتَّعَ بِالْمَقِيلِ

So he regained conscious awareness

But enjoyed no rest at dusk

يَرْنُو بِمُقْلَةِ جُؤْذَرٍ

لَمْ يَخْلُ يَوْماً مِنْ قَتِيلِ

He yearns with the gaze of one slain

Never a day passed without loss

لَحَظَ الضِّياءُ ظَلامَهُ

مِنْ ناظِرَيْ فَجْرٍ ضَئِيلِ

The gleam glimpsed his darkness

From the eyes of faint dawn

قُلْتُ اهْدِني سُبُلَ اللذَّا

ذَةِ بِالرَّحيقِ السَّلْسَبِيل

I said “Guide me to the paths of delight

With limpid nectar flows”