وَلَيلٍ قَد سَهِرتُ وَنامَ فيهِ

نَدامى صُرِّعوا حَولي رُقودا

And a night in which I was sleepless

While my boon companions lay sprawled around in slumber

أُسامِرُ فيهِ قَهقَهَةَ القَناني

وَمِزماراً يُحَدِّثُني وَعودا

I sipped from the glass the song of the lutes

And a pipe spoke to me of longing

يَكادُ اللَيلَ يَرجُمُني بِنِجمٍ

وَقالَ أَراهُ شَيطاناً مَريدا

Until the night well nigh pelted me with stars

And taunted: “I espy thee, a rebel demon!”