يَعرِفُ طولَ اللَّيلِ من لم يَنَم

من يُنفِدُ الدَّمعَ ويبكي بدَم

He knows the length of night, who did not sleep

Who sheds his tears and weeps blood

لم يبقَ في ثوبيهِ إلا هوىً

في بدنٍ بالٍ طويلِ السَّقم

Nothing remains in his clothes except passion

In a worn out body, long in illness

لهُ حبيبٌ رامَ إنصافَهُ

فلم يَدَعهُ الكِبرُ حتَّى ظلَم

He has a lover, who sought justice

But arrogance did not leave him, until he oppressed

وكانَ يُخفي ما بهِ جاهداً

فأظهرت عبرتهُ ما كَتَم

He struggled to hide what was inside him

But his tears revealed what he concealed