يا بأبِي مَن زارَني في الدّجى

مِن بعد ما قد كان ممنوعا

O my father, he who visited me in the dark of night

After having long been forbidden

باتَ يُعاطيني أَحاديثَه

وحبّذا ذلك مَكروعا

He began to speak to me his thoughts

Joyfully, as if released from bondage

حتّى إِذا الصّبحُ بدا نورُهُ

وقطّع الظّلماءَ تقطيعا

Until dawn arrived and its light shone

Cutting through the darkness entirely

ولَّى كأنّ اللّيلَ في وصلِهِ

كسا قميصاً عاد منزوعا

He slipped away as though the night during his visit

Had dressed in a shirt, now doffed and gone

لا فَقَدَتْه مُقلتِي لا ولا

بتُّ بشيءٍ منه مفجوعا

Neither does my eye miss him, nor am I

Distraught by anything about his leave