إمتلا البْدرُ حُمرةً وامْتلأتُ

حينَ حيّيْتهُ علىْ كتفِ وادِي

The full moon turned red and I became full

When I greeted him on the shoulder of the valley

كانَ قبل يومينِ طِفلاً وكنتُ

ما مَلانا إلّا هَوىً في اشْتدادِ

Two days before he was a child and I was

Nothing but growing passion between us

حالُهُ حالَ طفلةٍ إذْ صَحا فيْ

ها هوىً أصْحَى فِتنةً فيْ رُقاِد

His state was like that of a girl when she awoke to

A passion that awoke temptation in her sleep

وسوَى طفلٍ اختبى تحْتَ كهلٍ

لم أكُنْ حتّى أقبلَ في تهادِ

And was equal to a child who hid under an old man

I was not until he came forward in his advance

سارَ نحويْ وسْرتُ حتّى تلاقىْ

اللاهبان ونارُنا في تَمَادِي

He walked toward me and I walked until

The two flames met and our fire kept advancing

ذاكَ سرّ اتّساعِ بدِر السّماءِ

ليلَ أمسِ وذاكَ سرُّ ابتعادِي

That is the secret of the widening of the sky’s full moon

The night before last, and that is the secret of my distance

ليتهَا تحْكِي الشّمسُ عنّا فلولا

نا تزيّا نهارُها بالسّوادِ

If only the sun would talk about us, for if not for us

Her day would not be adorned with black