وَخَيرِيَّةٍ بَينَ النَسيمِ وَبَينَها

حَديثٌ إِذا جَنَّ الظَلامُ يَطيبُ

The fragrance of her breath mingles with the breeze at night

When darkness falls, sweet discourse is our delight

لَها نَفَسٌ يَسري مَعَ اللَيلِ عاطِرٌ

كَأَنَّ لَهُ سِرّاً هُناكَ يَريبُ

Her spirit wanders through the gloom and gently stirs

As though it keeps a secret tryst beyond our sight

يَدِبُّ مَعَ الإِمساءِ حَتّى كَأَنَّما

لَهُ خَلفَ أَستارِ الظَلامِ حَبيبُ

It creeps, as night grows deep, as if beyond the veil

Of darkness, there awaits a lover true and bright

وَيَخفى مَعَ الإِصباحِ حَتّى كَأَنَّما

يَظَلُّ عَلَيهِ لِلصَباحِ رَقيبُ

And when dawn breaks, it swiftly fades away again

As though for it the dawn's a watchful warden's light