1. Oh bring me a cup and a glass,
And dispel my worries with a pitcher and bowl,

2. And remind me with the poetry of Abi Nuwas,
In a garden like the poetry of Abi Nuwas,

3. With clouds where lightning flashes within,
Tempests and gardens with cups,

4. And the armies of rain have unleashed in it,
On the month of fasting their sharp swords,

5. The crescent appeared to us like a necklace,
On the collar of one dressed in blue attire.