للَّهِ دَرُّ البَينِ ما يَفعلُ

يَقتلُ مَن يشاءُ ولا يُقتلُ

God's gift is the separation of lovers, He does as He pleases

He kills whom He wants, and is not killed

بانُوا بمن أهواهُ في ليلةٍ

ردَّ على آخرها الأَوَّلُ

They spent the night with those whom they loved

And the first night was followed by the last

يا طُولَ ليلِ المُبتلى بالهَوى

وصُبحُهُ من ليلهِ أطْولُ

Oh long night of one suffering from love's pangs

And the dawn following it was even longer

فالدارُ قد ذكَّرني رسمُها

ما كِدتُ عن تَذكارِهِ أَذْهَلُ

For the abode reminded me of its outlines

I was about to forget from so much remembrance

هاجَ الهوى رسمٌ بذاتِ الغَضى

مُخْلولقٌ مُسْتعجمٌ مُحْوِلُ

Passion stirred up an outline in the cheek of youth

Foreign, incomprehensible, transformed