وَلَيْلٍ كَأَنَّ الدُّجْنَ يَجْرِي بِبَدْرِهِ

وَلَيْلٍ كَأَنَّ الدُّجْنَ يَجْرِي بِبَدْرِهِ

عَدَلْتُ بِهِ لَهْوِي بِمْعتَدِلٍ غَضِّ

عَدَلْتُ بِهِ لَهْوِي بِمْعتَدِلٍ غَضِّ

And a night when darkness seemed to drift with its full moon,

A night with a moon so bright, it's as if lamps illuminate its brightness

I balanced my revelry in it with one tender and well-proportioned,

I steered my desire, keeping moderation in mind

وَمَشْمُولَةٍ دَسَّتْ خَوادِمُها بِها

وَمَشْمُولَةٍ دَسَّتْ خَوادِمُها بِها

فأَغْرَتْ بِتَوْبَاتِي وَسائلِ لِلنَّقْضِ

فأَغْرَتْ بِتَوْبَاتِي وَسائلِ لِلنَّقْضِ

And wine chilled by the north wind, its handmaids stealing in through it,

And a heavily cloaked one whose servants draped it over her

Thus stirring up means to undo my repentances.

So she deceived me with my remorse and questions prone to negation

ظباءٌ لَها في النَّفْس أَمْرٌ مُحَكَّمٌ

ظباءٌ لَها في النَّفْس أَمْرٌ مُحَكَّمٌ

وَغَمٌّ جِريُّ الْجَوْرِ في الْبِسْط وَالْقَبْضِ

وَغَمٌّ جِريُّ الْجَوْرِ في الْبِسْط وَالْقَبْضِ

Gazelles whose command over the soul is binding,

A gazelle within my soul, a definite matter

And grief, brazen in oppression, in expansion and contraction.

And sadness, the flow of tyranny in expansion and grip