ذَكَرت مَقامي لَيلَة البابِ قابِضاً

عَلى كَف حَوراءِ المَدامِع كَالبَدر

I recalled my vigil at the door one night,

Grasping the hand of a moon-faced maiden, her tears flowing like a full moon.

وَكِدت وَلَم املِك اِلَيكَ صَبابَه

اِطيرُ وَفاضَ الدَمعُ مِنّي عَلى النَحر

I almost leaned towards you but held back,

My tears streamed down my chest.

اجودُ عَلَيها بِالحَديثِ وَتارَة

تَجودُ عَلَينا بِالرِضابِ من الثَغَر

I converse with her, and at times,

She smiles at me, her mouth radiant like a blossom.

فَلَيتَ الهي قَد قَضى ذاكَ مرة

فَيَعلَم رَبّي عِندَ ذلَِ ما شكري

If only, my God, that moment would last,

So my Lord may know, in that instant, my gratitude.