1. O festive night what are you doing
I fear missing you, O festive night

2. Do you accept me while I have no hope in you
Except taking refuge in the ghosts of promises

3. Years have passed and eras went by while I
On the festive night, play with grapes

4. So how did today's life become desolate
Outstretched by the shackles of despots

5. Those who by love's command have ruled
Did not fear love in captives and my shackling

6. Blasphemy in its overwhelming ignorance and darkness
Was less than their ignorance of my anthems one day

7. I complain to love what our white days have become
Hostage to the black eyes

8. O sender of the feast, whatever his feelings willed
Even if he wanted, I would have spent a lifetime feasting

9. The feast is the day after tomorrow, so I heard, but will
I see you comforting my soul on the eve of the feast?

10. Alexandria, leave it, leave its protector
Modern Egypt, abode of the senile and absent

11. O my mind empty of fervor and passion
And sleeping away my torments and slumber

12. Do not make the feast in the brilliance of its cheer
A day grazing on sorrows and frustration

13. Do not neglect with coldness a thirsty affection
The feast is to the soul what water is to wood

14. O ignorant ones, I did not ignore their making
So they did not see from my heart except thanking

15. What is your command, what is your passion, I have been afflicted by you
The affliction of thirst by an unflowing river

16. You have killed love dead, so fear your tomorrow
And struggle with the anguish of the abandoned one on the feast

17. Estrangement is from me, not you, no wonder
With the powerful lies the bridle of stinginess and generosity

18. Never have I cried for myself, I cried for you
About you with poetry like scattered pearls

19. You do not remember me and it never occurs to you
That I will remember you on the eve of the feast

20. The jinn in the sultanate of their intoxication have not enjoyed
What we have enjoyed on the eve of the feast

21. O festive night what are you doing
I fear missing you, O festive night

22. I wish He who creates dreams by His name
As if they were the soulmate in an Arab's dreams

23. Oh I wish he would bring back hopes laughing
As they went in days of the unprecedented past

24. Days I playfully enjoyed, if their spirit was preserved for him
My covenant of love would have been worshipped today

25. God has created no beauty to match it
Except loyalty in a heart baptized by Him

26. I visit him in my imagination when he alienates
Me, so I kiss the eyelids of those black eyes

27. And I read the line his fingers have written
The writing of psalms of David's melodies

28. In every letter there is singing, if I dictate it
The rhyme of doves above the laden branches

29. O you above what I desire, O you above my ambitions
My soul, come for this is the eve of the feast

30. Ants sprinkle steps when I write him
Like bees sprinkling the secrets of grapes

31. If there was news for us in the page of the past
I would have been the verse of my faith and monotheism

32. When will you return, answer me, I count myself
Quenching passion while dreaming on the eve of the feast

33. Love grows fierce in my heart, so I deter it
For your safety, go back never to return

34. If you wished, I would have sank my fangs in your battles
I am yours if you chirp with hunting falcons

35. O betrayers, I did not betray, an era has passed
In which you did not keep the ghosts of promises

36. A ghost of a companion says our appointment is
Tuesday afternoon or on the eve of the feast

37. The feast is the day after tomorrow, what is the day after tomorrow?
You are my feast, so guide me to my feast

38. I grew weary of the joy and brilliance of my days
You brought about my isolation and homelessness

39. The feast is coming and the heart is waiting
For the sparks of your lights on the eve of the feast

40. My fervor and ardour are reasons for me
My beloved, my food on the eve of the feast

41. Alexandria, leave it, leave its protector
If you long for me on the eve of the feast

42. O festive night what are you doing
I fear missing you, O festive night

43. I fear a night in which love kills
Kills the love in my heart on the eve of the feast

44. I will drink anguish alone if I do not gain it
Nor tomorrow from the one I hope for with loss

45. I wrote asking the blond one for his hand
Asking for my feast, my feast on the eve of the feast

46. He spends the night asking about a dream in his night
And sends the connection from his black eyelids

47. The virile lover is worshipped for his virility
No one like my foals is worshipped