هَل مِثلُك يا لَيلَةُ في الأَعوامِ

هَل مِثلُك يا لَيلَةُ في الأَعوامِ

هَل جاذبَهُ الدَهرَ يَدُ الأَحلامِ

هَل جاذبَهُ الدَهرَ يَدُ الأَحلامِ

Is there your like, O night, among the years?

Is there a night like you in the years

Has the hand of dreams contended with Time over it?

Is time attracted by the hand of dreams

ما كُنتِ سِوى كخالِص المسك عَلى

ما كُنتِ سِوى كخالِص المسك عَلى

بيضٍ ليَ مِن سَوالِفِ الأَيّامِ

بيضٍ ليَ مِن سَوالِفِ الأَيّامِ

You were but like pure musk upon

You were nothing but pure musk on

White days of mine from days gone by.

White days that came to me from the past