وَبِتنا عَلى رُغمِ الحَسودِ وَبَينَنا

حَديثٌ كَريحِ المِسكِ شيبَ بِهِ الخَمرُ

Despite the envious we spent the night together,

Our talk like musk-scented wine, aging as we conversed.

حَديثٌ لَوَ اَنَّ المَيتَ يَحيا بِبَعضِهِ

لَأَصبَحَ حَيّاً بَعدَ ما ضَمَّهُ القَبرُ

If some of that talk could revive the dead,

He'd wake in his grave after being shrouded.

فَوَسَّدتُهُ كَفي وَبِتُّ ضَجيعَهُ

وَقُلتُ لِلَيلي طُل فَقَد رَقَدَ البَدرُ

I clasped his wrist and we slept side by side,

And told the night, "Be long, for the moon has set."

فَلَمّا أَضاءَ الصُبحُ فَرَّقَ بَينَنا

وَأَيُّ نَعيمٍ لا يُكَدِّرُهُ الدَهرُ

When dawn broke it parted him from me -

What joy is there that time does not ruin?