سَوادُ فَرْعٍ التي هَامَ الفُؤَادُ بِهَا

وحظُّ عاشقِها في اللَّونِ سِيَّانِ

The darkness of the branch I was infatuated with

And the fortune of its lover in color is loss

لَيْلانِ ضَاعَ صَباحُ الوَصْلِ بينَهُمَا

فَأْيَسْ إذَا اكتَنَفَ الإصْبَاحَ لَيْلانِ

A night was lost between them in the morning of union

So he despaired when the morning shrouded the night