وَلَيلَةٍ مِن حَسَناتِ الدَهرِ

ما يَنمَحي مَوضِعُها مِن ذِكري

And a night of the beautiful days of time

Its place does not fade from my memory

وَلَيسَ تَسلوها بَناتُ صَدري

سَرَيتُ فيها بِخُيولٍ شُقرِ

And my chest's daughters cannot console it

I walked in it with blond horses

سِياطُها ماءُ السَحابِ الغُرِّ

كَأَنَّهُ ذَوبُ لُجَينٍ يَجري

Their whips are the water of rain clouds

As if it is melting ice flows

فَلَم تَزَل تَحتَ الظَلامِ تَسري

مَحثوثَةً حَتّى بَلَغتُ سُكري

So it did not stop walking under the darkness

Stirred until I reached my intoxication

في لَيلَةٍ مُقمِرَةٍ بِالزَهرِ

وَشادِنٍ ضَعيفِ عَقدِ الخَصرِ

In a moonlit night with flowers

And a weak slender waist

يَمضي بِمَوجٍ وَيَجي بِبَدرِ

يَفعَلُ بِاللَيلِ فِعالَ الفَجرِ

Going with a wave and coming with a full moon

Doing to the night the deeds of dawn

مَكحولَةٍ أَلحاظُهُ بِسِحرِ

في خَدِّهِ عَقارِبٌ لا تَسري

Intoxicated, its glances are of sorcery

In his cheek, scorpions that do not walk

في سُبَحٍ قَد قُيِّدَت بِالقَطرِ

تَلسَعُ أَحشائي وَلَيسَ يَدري

In beads tied with drops

Biting my intestines and he does not know

يا لَيلَةً سَرَقتُها مِن دَهري

ما كُنتُ إِلّا غُرَّةً في عُمري

Oh a night I stole from my time

I was nothing but a foolish one in my life

أَما وَريقٍ بارِدٍ في ثَغرِ

شَيبا بِطَعمِ عَسَلٍ وَخَمرِ

With a cool leaf on the mouth

Gray hair with the taste of honey and wine

ما المَوتُ إِلّا الهَجرُ أَو كَالهَجرِ

Death is nothing but separation or like separation