لِلشُّهبِ أَقول ساحِباً ذَيلَ ظُنون

لِلشُّهبِ أَقول ساحِباً ذَيلَ ظُنون

لِلشُّهبِ أَقول ساحِباً ذَيلَ ظُنون

حادثتُكِ فاِسهَري فَبي اللَيلَ شُجون

حادثتُكِ فاِسهَري فَبي اللَيلَ شُجون

حادثتُكِ فاِسهَري فَبي اللَيلَ شُجون

To the meteors I say, dragging behind me the train of my conjectures:

To the shooting stars I say, trailing behind me the train of my conjectures:

I have conversed with you; so keep vigil, for at night my sorrows dwell within me.

“I have kept you in talk — so stay wakeful; night-long, sorrows are in me.

مِن نَظمِك راقَت لَمعٌ سائِرَةٌ

مِن نَظمِك راقَت لَمعٌ سائِرَةٌ

مِن نَظمِك راقَت لَمعٌ سائِرَةٌ

أُعجِبتُ بِها وَكَيفَ لا وَهيَ عُيون

أُعجِبتُ بِها وَكَيفَ لا وَهيَ عُيون

أُعجِبتُ بِها وَكَيفَ لا وَهيَ عُيون

From your array, my wandering gleams delighted me;

From your stringing, roving gleams have flashed out and delighted me,

I was enchanted by them—and how could I not be, when they are eyes?

and I am taken with them — and how should I not be, when they are eyes?”