في ظلمَة فَرعيك تَجلّى القَمَرُ

في ظلمَة فَرعيك تَجلّى القَمَرُ

وَالأَعينُ دونَكَ اِعتراها السَهَرُ

وَالأَعينُ دونَكَ اِعتراها السَهَرُ

In the darkness of your two tresses, the moon shone forth.

In the darkness of your branches the moon appeared

And in your absence, the eyes were overtaken by sleeplessness.

And eyes below you were sleepless and bleared

لا غَروَ مِنَ الفرع عَلى الوَجهِ حَكوا

لا غَروَ مِنَ الفرع عَلى الوَجهِ حَكوا

وَاللَيلُ إِذا أَقمر طابَ السَحَرُ

وَاللَيلُ إِذا أَقمر طابَ السَحَرُ

“No wonder at the tress upon the face,” they said;

No wonder the branches cast shadows on faces

and when the night is moonlit, the predawn hour grows sweet.

For when the night moonlit, the magic ensued