ربَّ ليلٍ أُتحِفْتُ فيه بأنسٍ

من سميرٍ زَفَّ الحديث عروسا

O Lord of the night in which I was cloaked in companionship

From a conversation that flowed like a bride

فاجتنينا مما يُحَدِّث زَهراً

واغتبقنا منْ خُلقِهِ خندريسا

So we picked from what makes flowers bloom

And we embraced his refined manners

وانثنى الليلُ يَفْضُلُ الصبح حسناً

والدراري يفضُلْنَ فيه الشموسا

And the night leaned to excel the dawn in beauty

And the maidens excelled the suns in it

ولئن كانَ لم يَحُلْ عن دجاه

فلقد عاد فحْمُهُ آبَنُوسا

And if its darkness did not depart from its gloom

Its obscurity returned like a young fawn