يا ليلة الأنس التي احتلك الضحى

لفراقها واسودت البيضاءُ

Oh night of intimacy which dawn has occupied

It has darkened from her absence, though it was white

أيعود منك علي ظل حديقةٍ

تدنيه من عذباتها أسماء

Will there return to me from you the shade of a garden

Which I visited in springtime but spring was not faithful

ميقات زورتها الربيع فما له

وافى وما صحب الربيع وفاء

Its sweet-scented plants were named Asma

But neither spring nor Asma kept their promise