أَلَم تَرها مَرَّة إِذ نَأَت

وَلَم تَأتِ مِن بَين أَترابِها

Did you not see her once when she came

And did not come from among her companions

وَقَد غَمَرتها دَواعي السُرور

بِإِشعالِها وَبِإِلهابِها

And she was flooded with joy

With her illumination and her radiance

وَنَحنُ فُتورٌ إِلى أَن بَدَت

وَبَدر الدُّجى بَينَ أَثوابِها

While we were languid until she appeared

And the full moon in the darkness of her clothes

فَلَمّا نَأَت كَيفَ كُنّا لها

وَلَما دنت كَيف كنّا بِها

So when she came, how were we to her

And when she approached, how were we with her