وَإِنِّى لأَرضَى مِنكِ يا لَيلَ بِالذِى

لَوَ أبصَرَهُ الواشِى لَقَرَّت بَلابِلُه

And I am satisfied with you, O night, for what

If the slanderer had seen it, his nightingales would have cooed.

بِلا وبِأَن لا أَستَطِيعُ وبِالمُنَى

وَبِالوَعدِ والتَّسوِيفِ قد مَلَّ آمِلُه

Without ability, without power, I cannot,

And with the promise and procrastination, hope has wearied its expectant one.

وَبِالنَّظرَةِ العَجلَى وَبالحَولِ تَنقَضِى

أَواخِرُهُ لا نَلتَقِى وَأَوائلُه

With the hasty glance and the turning away

Its ending we do not meet, and its beginning.