لا خيرَ في الطيفِ إلا طيفُ مشتاقِ

مناضلٌ بين إِزعاج وإقلاقِ

There is no good in ghosts except the ghost of longing

A struggler between annoyance and worry

سرى إلى ديرِ اسحاقٍ وربتما

قضى لبانته في دير اسحاق

He went to the monastery of Isaac, maybe

He spent his night in the monastery of Isaac

كم ليلةٍ ليَ بالناعورةِ انكشفت

فيها سرائرُ أحشاءٍ وآماق

How many nights were unveiled to me in Naur

In which the secrets of intestines and depths were exposed

زار الخيالُ فأنبانا بِزَوْرَتِهِ

وهناً غناء وشاحاتٍ وأطواق

Imagination visited so it spoke to us with its lies

And here singing, drinks, and necklaces