ربَّ ليلٍ مُسْتَطابٍ

بات بالبدر مُتَوَّجْ

Lord of a pleasant night

That spent the night crowned by the full moon

بتُّ أسْقَى الرّاحَ فيه

مِن يَدَيْ أحوَرَ أبلَج

I spent the night watering the wind

From the hands of bent white flowers

مَرِضَتْ عيناه حتى

أَمْرَضَتْ صبري فأنْهَج

His eyes became sick until

My patience became sick and collapsed

كلما أَودعتُ لَثْمي

صَحْنَ خدِّيه تَضرَّج

Whenever I bid farewell with a kiss

To the apples of his cheeks it was stained

ونجومُ الليل تَحْكي

لؤلؤاً فوق بَنَفْسَج

And the stars of the night told

Stories of pearls above violets