ما زالَ يفتحُ أبواباً ويغلقُها

دوني ويفتحُ بابا بعد إرْتاجِ

He still opens doors and closes them

Before me, and opens a door after struggling

حتى أضاءَ سِراجٌ دونه حَجَلٌ

حُورُ العيونِ مِلاحٌ طرفُها ساجي

Until a lamp lit up beneath a veil

The houris have tender glances, their eyelids languid

يكْشرْنَ للّهو واللذاتِ عن بُرُدٍ

تكشُّفَ البرق عن ذي لُجَّةٍ داجي

They bare their teeth for amusement and pleasure against the cold

Lightning flashed, revealing a dark, towering cloud

كأنَّما نظرتْ دوني بأعينِها

عِينُ الصّرِيمةِ أو غِزْلانُ فِرْتاجِ

As if their eyes looked at me

The eyes of a gazelle or a fawn of the thicket

يانُعْمها ليلةً حتى تَخَوَّنها

داعٍ في بياضِ الصبْح شَحّاجَ

Their beauty seduced me until dawn betrayed them

A lover called at dawn's whiteness, complaining

لما دعا الدعوةَ الأولى فأسمعني

أخذتُ ثَوبِيَ واستمرَرْتُ أدراجي

When he made the first call to prayer, I heard

I took my garment and went on my way