رَقَبَت غَفلَةَ الرَقيبِ فَزارَت

رَقَبَت غَفلَةَ الرَقيبِ فَزارَت

تَحتَ لَيلٍ مُطَرَّزٍ بِنَهارِ

تَحتَ لَيلٍ مُطَرَّزٍ بِنَهارِ

She watched for the watchman’s lapse, then came to visit

Beneath a night embroidered with daylight.

فَتَعَجَّبتُ مِن سُراها فَقالَت

فَتَعَجَّبتُ مِن سُراها فَقالَت

غَيرُ مُستَطرَفٍ سُرى الأَقمارِ

غَيرُ مُستَطرَفٍ سُرى الأَقمارِ

I marveled at her night journey, and she said,

“There is nothing strange in moons traveling by night.”

ثُمَّ مالَت بِكَأسِها فَسَقَتني

ثُمَّ مالَت بِكَأسِها فَسَقَتني

جُلُّنارِيَّةً عَلى جُلُّنارِ

جُلُّنارِيَّةً عَلى جُلُّنارِ

Then she tilted her cup and gave me to drink

Pomegranate-blossom-red wine upon pomegranate blossom.