وَلَيْلٍand a night كَلَوْنِlike the color of السُّخْطِdispleasure أَقْمَرَgrew moonlit بِالرِّضاwith contentment
وَلَيْلٍ كَلَوْنِ السُّخْطِ أَقْمَرَ بِالرِّضا
فَهَجْرُكَfor your estrangement مَقْرُونٌbound up بِهِwith it مِثْلُlike وَصْلِكاyour union
فَهَجْرُكَ مَقْرُونٌ بِهِ مِثْلُ وَصْلِكا
And a night, the color of displeasure, grew moonlit with contentment;
And night, the color of anger, is made radiant by contentment
For your estrangement is bound up with it, just as your union is.
So your estrangement is paired with it just like your union
كَأَنَّas though بَياضَthe whiteness of الفَجْرِdawn فيin ظُلْمَةِthe darkness of الدُّجىnight
كَأَنَّ بَياضَ الفَجْرِ في ظُلْمَةِ الدُّجى
بَياضُthe whiteness of اعْتِذاريmy apology فيin تَلَوُّنِthe shifting colors of عَذْلِكاyour reproach
بَياضُ اعْتِذاري في تَلَوُّنِ عَذْلِكا
As though the whiteness of dawn in the darkness of night
As if the whiteness of dawn in the darkness of nightfall
Were the whiteness of my apology amid the shifting colors of your reproach.
Is the whiteness of my apology in the changeability of your blame