يا رُبَّ لَيلٍ بِتُّهُ

وَكَأَنَّهُ مِن وَحفِ شَعرِك

O Lord of a night whose darkness

Is like the flowing locks of your hair

تَنهَلُّ مُزنَةُ دَمعَتي

فيهِ وَيَندى نَورُ ذِكرِك

In it, the star of my tears does trickle

And the light of your remembrance does glow

أَتبَعتُ فيهِ وَقَد بَكيتُ

عَقيقَ خَدِّكَ دُرَّ ثَغرِك

I followed in it after I had wept

The red coral of your cheek, the pearls of your mouth

وَشَرَقتُ فيكِ بِعَبرَةٍ

قَد وَرَّدَتها نارُ هَجرِك

And I shone in you with a tear

That was evoked by the fire of your estrangement

فَكَأَنَّما يَنفَضَّ عَن

حَبَبٍ لَها رُمّانُ صَدرِك

It was as if it shook off from a love

Whose pomegranate was your breast

وَلَرُبَّ لَيلٍ قَد صَدَعتُ

ظَلامَهُ بِجَبينِ بَدرِك

And O Lord of a night in which I split

Its darkness with your full moon forehead

وَلَهَوتُ فيهِ بِدُرَّةٍ

مَكنونَةٍ في حُقَّ خِدرِك

And I indulged in it with a hidden pearl

In the truth of your intoxicated temple

تَندى شَقائِقُ وَجنَتَيكِ

بِهِ وَتَنفَحُ ريحُ نَشرِك

The anemones of your cheeks do glisten in it

And the breeze of your scattering blows

وَقَدِ اِستَدارَ بِصَفحَتي

سَوسانِ جيدِكِ طَلُّ دُرِّك

And the tresses of your plaited hair revolved

Around my page, the rising of your pearls

حَيثُ الحَبابَةُ دَمعَةٌ

تَجري بِوَجنَةِ كاسِ خَمرِك

Where the tear is a bubble

Flowing down the cheek of your goblet of wine

وَتَهُزُّ مِنكِ فَتَنثَني

بِقَضيبِ قَدِّكِ ريحُ سُكرِك

And it shakes from you and bends

With the rod of your frame, the wind of your tipsiness

وَتُعَبُّ مِن رَجراجِ رِدفِكِ

مَوجَةٌ في شَطِّ خَصرِك

And it pains from the tinkling of your buttocks

A wave in the shore of your waist