كَم لَيلَةٍ مَحمودَةٍ أَحيَيتُها

جاءَت بِأَسعَدِ طائِرٍ لَم يَنحَسِ

How many blessed nights I have lived

That brought the happiest fate that never soured

بَيضاءَ مُقمِرَةٍ لَقيها صُبحُها

وَثِيابُها في ظُلمَةٍ لَم تُدنَسِ

White and moonlit was their dawn

With clothes untouched by any stain

وَتَوَقَّدَ المَريخُ بَينَ نُجومِها

كَبَهارَةٍ في رَوضَةٍ مِن نَرجِسِ

Mars flickered amongst its stars

Like a tulip in a garden of narcissus

كَمَلَت وَتَمَّ نَعيمُها وَسُرورُها

بِأَحَبِّ زائِرَةٍ وَأَطيَبِ مَجلِسِ

Its bliss and joy were made complete

By the sweetest visitor in the finest gathering

ما أَنصَفَ النَدمانُ كَأسَ مُدامِها

ضَحِكَت عَليهِ فَشَمسُها بِتَعَبُّسِ

Regret was not just to the wine cup

For its sun laughed at it with a frown