ولَيلةٍ أضمَرتُ مِن طُولِها

ولَيلةٍ أضمَرتُ مِن طُولِها

إن فَضلَت لي مُدَّةٌ عَنها

إن فَضلَت لي مُدَّةٌ عَنها

And one night—so long that I resolved,

And a night—its length made me inwardly resolve:

A night I endured from its length

if any span of life remained to me after it,

If any span of time remained to me beyond it,

If more time remains for me without it

ووُرِّخَت في الكُتبِ من شَهرِها

ووُرِّخَت في الكُتبِ من شَهرِها

ورختُ وَجدي شَهرَها مِنها

ورختُ وَجدي شَهرَها مِنها

and it was chronicled in books according to its month,

And it were dated in the books by its month,

And months were recorded in books from its month

to date the month of my longing from that night.

I would, in my longing, date its month from that night.

I endured my love for a month of it