وَلَيلَةَ لَم تَكُ في سِرّي

عُلِّقتُها في ثَبَتِ العُمرِ

A night that was not in my secret

I hung it on the firmness of my life

لَمّا تَبَدّى بِدرُها ضاحِكاً

ضاحَكَني في عَتبِهِ بَدري

When its full moon appeared laughing

It made me laugh in the reproach of my full moon

فَلَم أَزَل أَقطِفُ زَهرَ الرِضا

مِن رَوضِها المَمطورِ بِالغُدرِ

So I did not stop picking the flowers of consent

From its rain-soaked garden with betrayal

حَتّى بَدا الصُبحُ وَقَد سَرَّني

ما تَمَّ لِلوَصلِ عَلى الهَجرِ

Until dawn appeared and it delighted me

What was completed for union after separation