طالَ هَذا اللَيلُ بَل طالَ السَهَر

وَلَقَد أَعرِفُ لَيلي بِالقِصَر

This night has been long, nay the vigil has been long

And I know my night to be short

لَم يَطُل حَتّى جَفاني شادِنٌ

ناعِمُ الأَطرافِ فَتّانُ النَظَر

It did not last long until a slender one with delicate limbs and a captivating gaze weakened me

In my heart there is a grief for him

لِيَ في قَلبِيَ مِنهُ لَوعَةٌ

مَلَكَت قَلبي وَسَمعي وَالبَصَر

That has possessed my heart, my hearing and my sight

It is as if a figure standing there has inspired this passion

وَكَأَنَّ اَلهَمَّ شَخصٌ ماثِلٌ

كُلَّما أَبصَرَهُ النَومُ نَفَر

Whenever sleep sees him, it recoils