نَبَّهْتُهُ ونجومُ الليلِ زاهرةٌ

نَبَّهْتُهُ ونجومُ الليلِ زاهرةٌ

والفجرُ منصدعٌ والصبحُ قد لاحا

والفجرُ منصدعٌ والصبحُ قد لاحا

I roused him while the stars of night were shining,

I woke him while the stars of night still shone bright,

And dawn was breaking, and morning had appeared;

The dawn was cracking, the morn had started to light,

والليلُ منهزمٌ وَلَّتْ عساكرُهُ

والليلُ منهزمٌ وَلَّتْ عساكرُهُ

والروضُ مبتسمٌ والزهرُ قد فاحا

والروضُ مبتسمٌ والزهرُ قد فاحا

And night was routed—its armies had fled—

The night was retreating, its armies had flown,

And the garden was smiling, and the blossoms had released their fragrance.

The meadow was smiling, the flowers had blown,

فقام يمسحُ عينيه براحتهِ

فقام يمسحُ عينيه براحتهِ

فخلتُهُ في ظلامِ الليلِ مصباحا

فخلتُهُ في ظلامِ الليلِ مصباحا

Then he rose, wiping his eyes with his palm,

He rose and with palms rubbed the sleep from his eyes,

So I thought him a lamp in the darkness of night.

I left him, a lamp in night's darkness that lies.