أَبكاكَ بَدرُ السَماءِ أَن لاحا

قَد مَر بَعدَ مَوتِهِ قاحا

The full moon wept for you when it rose

After its death it passed by lamenting

عَلى حَبيبٍ يَبيتُ مُلتَدِماً

يُبكيكَ نَوحُ الحَمامِ إِن ناحا

For a beloved who spends the night in tears

The cooing of the doves makes you weep if it moans

ذَكَّرَكَ البَدرُ وَجهَها فَتَلا

لِلَّهِ وَجهُ الحَبيبِ مِصباحا

The full moon reminded you of her face, so it rose

To God belongs the face of the beloved, a lantern

كَأَنَّ في قَرقَرٍ تَضَمَّنَها

سَفَرجُلاً طَيِّباً وَتُفّاحا

As if a lantern contained her

A journey of sweet basil and apples