When the night adorns itself in the coloured robe,
The virgin maidens and the queens of hearts bow to him.
The moon begs, “Can I not be your intimate companion?”
The stars whisper, “We are the ones who have threaded the silken,
and have embroided for it the black cloak,
and have spread upon it,
vastly, a thousand colours upon colours.”
The night answers,
“Release me to my tranquillity and solitude,
for in my black cloak,
the dreams of the virgins and queens take rest,
and in my tranquillity is my rest ever after”
Written by Jamile El dahabi Zeytoun, my mother.
She wrote this in Arabic, and I have translated it.
I will post the Arabic for those inclined.