للهِ ليلتُنا التي رَحُبَتْ لَنا

فيها المسرّةُ في مجالٍ ضَيّقِ

For Allah, our night that broadened for us

In it is pleasure, in a narrow space

ما شَابَها لولا مَشِيبُ ظلامِها

كَدَرٌ ولا راعَتْ بِواشٍ مُحنَقِ

It would not have been marred, were it not for the graying of its darkness

Troublesome and it was not guarded by a grumbling guardian

فلوِ استطعتُ خَضَبتُها بشَبيبتي

وجعلتُ لونَ صَباحِها في مَفرِقي

If only I could dye it with my youth

And make the color of its morning in the parting of my hair