يا لَيلة حليت بِزَهر نُجومها

وَسهرتها حَتّى بَدَت لي عاطِلا

O night that dawned with the flowers of its stars

And kept me awake until morning seemed vain,

لَم يَرضَ لَيلي إِذ تَجَلى بَدرُهُ

حَتّى أَراني فيهِ مِنكَ مُخايِلا

My night was not pleased when its moon appeared

Until it showed me in it estranged from you.

وَطَفَقَت أَرمق مِنهُ بَدراً طالِعاً

وَطَفَقت أَذكر مِنكَ بَدراً آفِلا

Then I began to glimpse in it a rising moon,

And I began to recall in you a setting moon.