وَلَيلٍ قَد سَهِرتُ وَنامَ فيهِ

وَلَيلٍ قَد سَهِرتُ وَنامَ فيهِ

نَدامى صُرِّعوا حَولي رُقودا

نَدامى صُرِّعوا حَولي رُقودا

And many a night I stayed awake, while there slept

And a night in which I was sleepless

Drinking companions, laid low around me in slumber.

While my boon companions lay sprawled around in slumber

أُسامِرُ فيهِ قَهقَهَةَ القَناني

أُسامِرُ فيهِ قَهقَهَةَ القَناني

وَمِزماراً يُحَدِّثُني وَعودا

وَمِزماراً يُحَدِّثُني وَعودا

I pass it conversing with the laughter of bottles,

I sipped from the glass the song of the lutes

And a flute that speaks to me, and an oud.

And a pipe spoke to me of longing

يَكادُ اللَيلَ يَرجُمُني بِنِجمٍ

يَكادُ اللَيلَ يَرجُمُني بِنِجمٍ

وَقالَ أَراهُ شَيطاناً مَريدا

وَقالَ أَراهُ شَيطاناً مَريدا

The night nearly pelts me with a star,

Until the night well nigh pelted me with stars

And says, 'I see him as a rebellious devil.'

And taunted: “I espy thee, a rebel demon!”