أَخبَرَت شُبهَةُ النُعاسِ بِعَينَي

أَخبَرَت شُبهَةُ النُعاسِ بِعَينَي

كَ صَباحاً عَنِ المَساءِ السَعيدِ

كَ صَباحاً عَنِ المَساءِ السَعيدِ

The semblance of drowsiness in your eyes told

My drowsy eyes did tell at dawn

in the morning of the happy evening.

Of joyful eve that now was gone

وَفَهِمنا مِنَ الفُتورِ نَشاطاً

وَفَهِمنا مِنَ الفُتورِ نَشاطاً

كانَ مِنها في نَهبِ وَردِ الخُدودِ

كانَ مِنها في نَهبِ وَردِ الخُدودِ

And from their languor we discerned a vigor

In languor we soon vigor found

they had shown in plundering the roses of cheeks.

As red returned to cheeks once pale

وَعَلِمنا لِمَ طُلَّقتَ لَذَّةُ الغُم

وَعَلِمنا لِمَ طُلَّقتَ لَذَّةُ الغُم

صِ بِما رَجَعَت مِنَ الشَهيدِ

صِ بِما رَجَعَت مِنَ الشَهيدِ

And we knew why the pleasure of slumber was forsaken,

And grief was cured when love prevailed

from what they brought back from the martyr.

For wine's oblivion echoes round

فَلِخَمرِ السُهادِ فيها خُمارٌ

فَلِخَمرِ السُهادِ فيها خُمارٌ

مُخبِرٌ بِاِنقِضاءِ عَيشٍ رَغيدِ

مُخبِرٌ بِاِنقِضاءِ عَيشٍ رَغيدِ

For the wine of sleeplessness leaves in them a hangover

Of blissful life that is no more

telling of the end of a life of ease.