لَم أَنسَ لَيلة إِذ مَرَّ الكَرى غاطا

بِناظِريَّ وَلَم أَعهدهما هَجَعا

I have not forgotten the night when fate passed

Before my eyes which knew no sleep,

وَزارَني طَيفُهُ وَهَناً فَأَرَقني

كَبارق بِخلال الودق قَد لَمَعا

And his ghost visited me, making me weak and wakeful

As lightning flashes through the branches of a tree.

فَما وَحَقك عَن ود زِيارتهُ

لَكن لِيزجر طَرفي وَالسهاد مَعا

It was not to renew his friendship that he came,

But to chide my eyes and reproach their sleep.