رَعى اللَهُ لَيْلاً ضَلَّ عَنْهُ صَبَاحُهُ

رَعى اللَهُ لَيْلاً ضَلَّ عَنْهُ صَبَاحُهُ

وَطَيْفُكَ فيهِ لا يُفارِقُ مَضْجَعي

وَطَيْفُكَ فيهِ لا يُفارِقُ مَضْجَعي

May God preserve a night whose dawn strayed away from it,

The night advanced while its morning abandoned it,

And your phantom within it never leaves my bed.

and your phantom does not leave my bed.

وَلَمْ أَرَ مِثْلي غارَ مِنْ طُولِ لَيْلِهِ

وَلَمْ أَرَ مِثْلي غارَ مِنْ طُولِ لَيْلِهِ

عَلَيْهِ كأَنَّ الليلَ يَعْشَقُهُ مَعي

عَلَيْهِ كأَنَّ الليلَ يَعْشَقُهُ مَعي

And never have I seen one like me, jealous of the length of his night

I have not seen anyone as distressed by the long night as I,

Over him—as though the night loved him alongside me.

as if the night were in love with him, like me.

وَمازِلْتُ أَبْكي في دُجَاهُ صَبَابَةً

وَمازِلْتُ أَبْكي في دُجَاهُ صَبَابَةً

مِنَ الوَجْدِ حتَّى ابْيَضَّ مِنْ فَيْضِ أَدْمُعي

مِنَ الوَجْدِ حتَّى ابْيَضَّ مِنْ فَيْضِ أَدْمُعي

And I kept weeping in its darkness out of longing,

I continued to weep the night through like a youth,

From love's anguish, until it turned white with the flood of my tears.

from passion, until my copious tears whitened.