ما أَقصَرَ اللَيلَ عَلى الراقِدِ

وَأَهوَنَ السَقمَ عَلى العائِدِ

How short the night seems to the sleeper

And light the illness seems to the convalescent

يَفديكَ ما أَبقَيتَ مِن مُهجَتي

لَستُ لِما أَولَيتَ بِالجاحِدِ

I would give my soul for what is left of your love

I’m not ungrateful for what we once shared

كَأَنَّني عانَقتُ رَيحانَةً

تَنَفَّسَت في لَيلِها البارِدِ

It was as if I embraced a sweet basil plant

That breathed into the cold night air

فَلَو تَرانا في قَميصِ الدُجى

حَسِبتَنا في جَسَدٍ واحِدِ

If you were to see us wrapped in the shirt of darkness

You would think us one body, one soul