الناس لليل تشكى
وتجى له تحكى
People complain to night
And to it tells a story
والليل لمين يشكى
ويروح لمين يحكى
But night to whom should complain?
And to whom should a story be told?
بدرك ياليل طلَّعته
وبدرى خبيته
Your moon has risen
And soon it has hidden
غاير يا ليل قل لي
تكونش حبيته
It's different, oh night, tell me
Were you not in love with it?