يا حَبَّذا ليلةٌ لنا سَلَفَت

أغرَت بنفسي الهَوى وقد عَرفت

Oh, what a night we once had!

Passion seduced my soul, and I knew

دارَت بظلمائها المُدامُ فكم

نَرجِسَةٍ مِن بنفسَجٍ قُطِفَت

The wine cups circled in its darkness. So many

Narcissus flowers were plucked from hyacinth.

ثم انطوى ثَوبُها ومِن أَسَفٍ

أَن صرَفَت لَوعَتِي وما انصَرفَت

Then its cloak folded, and from sorrow

That it deflected my agony, but did not itself defect.