يا نوم عاود جفوناً طالما سهرت

فإنّ باعث وجدي رقّ لي ورثى

O sleep, return to my eyelids after long wakefulness

For the waker of my passion caused me grief and lamented

عانقته وهلال الأفق مطّلع

فبات من كمدي حيران مكترثا

I embraced him while the crescent moon rose on the horizon

So he spent the night confused and worried about my embrace

أنار لحظي طريقاً فوق عارضه

وكان هاروت في أثنائه نفثا

He illuminated a path above his cheek

And Pleiades was amidst it, blowing

وكان للحسن سرّ فيه مكتتم

وشى به ناظري من طول ما بحثا

And beauty had a secret in it, concealed

My glances hinted at it after long searching

لام يدلّ على بلبال مبصره

ما زال يبعث وجدي كل ما انبعثا

Do not blame the one who saw the nightingale with his insight

He still awakens my passion whenever he is roused

من آل مُذْحِجَ لي شخص كَلِفْتُ به

لم ينقص العهد من ودّي ولا نكثا

From the tribe of Mudhaj came a person whom I was intimate with

My love for him did not diminish nor break a promise