ما أطيب ليلة مضت بالسفح

والعيش بها يقصرُ عنه شرحي

How sweet was the night that passed in the valley,

Living it, my words fall short of describing,

اذ قلتُ لها بّوابنا انتِ متى

ما غبتِ نخاف من دخول الصبح

When I said: Our doorkeeper, when will you be absent?

For when you're not here, we fear dawn will intrude.