وليلةٍ بات من أهوى ينادمني

ما كان أجملَه عندي وأجمَلها

A night when my beloved conversed with me

Nothing was more beautiful to me or more beautiful than her

بتنا على آية من حسنه عَجَبٍ

كتابُه من خَفايا الخُلدِ أنزَلَها

We were amazed by a verse of his beauty

His book was revealed from the hidden eternities

إذا تساءلتُ عمَّا خَلفَ أسطرها

رَنَا إليَّ بعينيه فأَوَّلَها

When I asked about what was behind its lines

He glanced at me with his eyes and explained them

مُصَوِّباً سَهمَه مُستشرفاً كبدي

مُستهدفاً ما يشاء الفتكُ مقتلها

Aiming his arrow, surveying my inner self

Targeting whatever destruction he wished to inflict on it

يا للشَّهيدة لم تعلم بمصرعها

ما كان أظلَمَ عينيه وأجهلَها

Oh martyred one who did not know her death

Nothing was darker than his eyes or more ignorant than her

حتى إذا لم يَدَع منها سوى رمقٍ

عَدَا على الرَّمقِ الباقي فجندلها

Until when nothing remained of her but a breath

He finished off the remaining breath and emptied it out

وصَدَّ عنها وخلاَّها وقد دَمِيَت

في قبضة الموت غَشَّاها وظلّلها

And turned away from her, leaving her as she bled

The grasp of death enveloped and shaded her

وحان من ليلة التوديع آخرُها

وكان ذاك التلاقي الحُلوُ أوَّلها

And the last of the night of farewell came

That sweet meeting was the first of it

ضممتها لجراحاتي التي سَلَفَت

إِلى قديمِ خطايا قد غفرتُ لها

I gathered her into my wounds that came before

To the old sins that I have already forgiven her for