بَرَزَ البَدرُ في جَوارٍ تَهادى

مُخطَفاتِ الخُصورِ مُعتَجِراتِ

The full moon rose in the horizon, swaying

The veiled ladies, cloaked in their beauty

فَتَنَفَّستُ ثُمَّ قُلتُ لِبِكرٍ

عَجَّلَت في الحَياةِ لي خَيباتِ

I took a deep breath then said to the morning:

"You have hastened life's disappointments for me"

هَل سَبيلٌ إِلى الَّتي لا أُبالي

بَعدَها أَن أَموتَ قَبلَ وَفاتي

Is there a way to her, who I do not care

If after her I die before my time