يَا ذَا الَّذي نَامَ عَنْ جُفُوني

وَنَبَّهَ الوَجْدَ والجَوَى لِي

O you who slept while my eyes were awake

And stirred up passion and love within me

جَفْنِي خَراجِيُّهُ دُمُوعٌ

شَوْقاً إلى وَجْهِكَ الهِلالِي

My eyes pay a tax of tears

Yearning for your crescent face