سَهِرتُ في الحبِّ ليلاً

ما ذُقتُ فيه سُباتا

I stayed up all night in love

Not tasting any sleep in it

تَنَفّسَ الصّبحُ فيهِ

فسَرَّ روحاً وذاتا

Morning breathed in it

Spreading spirit and essence

وَغابَ عَنّي كَأنّي

لَم يُبدِ نَحوي اِلتِفاتا

And it disappeared from me as if

It had not paid attention to me

فَقُلتُ لِلّيلِ قُلْ لي

بِأيِّنْ صُبحكَ باتا

So I said to the night, tell me

Where did your morning spend the night?

فَقالَ لَم يَبقَ صبحٌ

فَإنّ صُبحِيَ فاتا

It said no morning remains

For my morning has passed

وَالصّبحُ كانَ عَليلاً

لَمّا تَنَفَّس ماتا

And the morning was ill

When it breathed, it died