حدر القمر صوّت لخله وناداه

ثلاث مرات وبالرابعة ون

The moon set, it called to its crescent and shouted to it

Three times, and on the fourth it embraced it

حدر القمر يا ما همس له وناجاه

وعيونهم ياما بنوره تلاقن

The moon set, oh how it whispered to it and confided in it

And their eyes, how much they met with its light

والبارحه عدا على الذيب بعواه

واقفت ظنونه بالليال يتعادن

And last night it passed by the wolf with its howling

Its suspicions stood still during the nights interacting

مرٍ حوالينه ومرٍ تعداه

ومر تضاحك له ومر يتباكن

It passed by it once, and passed it another time

And once it smiled at it, and once cried for it

هذي سواة اللي عن النوم قزاه

طيف الحبيب اللي على خاطره عن

These are the equals that insomnia drove away from sleep

The phantom of the beloved that was on its mind answered back

ان شافت عيونه جمال تمناه

وان صوت القمري لصوت الهوى حن

If its eyes saw the beauty it wished for

And if the voice of the crescent is the voice of passion, it softened

الجارحه تجرح وتسري وتنساه

وجروح مجروح الليالي تساقن

The wounding one wounds and flows and forgets it

And the wounds of the wounded nights converge

والخافيه طعنة زمانه تمثناه

والبينه عنها عيونه يبوحن

And the hidden one, the stab of its time wrinkled it

And the separation from it, its eyes express