وَأَغيَدَ مِثلُ الصبحِ بَلبَلَ لَيلَه

فَأَفنَيتُ لَيلاً لَيسَ يَفنى بَلابِلا

And the nightingale sang like the morn

So I spent a night that cannot be spent with nightingales

إِذا قالَ سَمعي لَم يُجِب دَعوَةَ الهَوى

لَهُ بِنَعَم قالَ الفُؤادُ بَلى بَلى

When my hearing said “Listen!” it did not heed the call of passion

My heart responded “Yes! Yes indeed!”