تباعدَ الصُّبحُ حتَّى ما أؤملُهُ

وازدادَ هَمّ فما يُرجَى تَرحلُهُ

The morning recedes until I can scarcely hope

And my worries increase, so nothing is left to expect

والليلُ وَقفٌ عَلينا لا يُفارقُنا

كأنَّما كلُّ وقتٍ منهُ أوّلُهُ

The night lingers over us, unwilling to part

As though every moment of it is its first