قَد غَربت شَمسُ البَها والحلا

تَحتَ عِذارِ الأهيَفِ الأشنَبِ

The sun of beauty has set under the excuses of the slender, curved night

And from its excuses it has clearly dawned

وَمن عِذارهِ لَقَد أَسفَرت

كَأَنَّها لا شَكَّ لم تغرُبِ

As if, no doubt, it had not set

I have no repentance from my love

وَعَن هَواهُ لَيسَ لي تَوبَةٌ

وَعَن هَواهُ لَستُ بِالتّائِبِ

I am not one who repents of his love

Does repentance benefit the people of passion

أَتَنفع التّوبةُ أَهلَ الهَوى

وَالشَّمسُ قَد بَدَت مِنَ المَغرِبِ

When the sun has risen from the west?