1. O you who ask about a night of mine that has passed,
And its pleasures in the camp of my father the general,
١. يا سائلي عن ليلةٍ لي مضت
وطيبها عند أبي الجيش
2. And how a wine that cannot be exhausted sang,
It sang and made us forget our worries,
٢. وكيف غنت خمرةٌ لا تسل
غنت فأغنتنا عن الخيش
3. With one hand on the drum for its rhythm,
And its other hand on the pipes,
٣. كف على الطبل لإيقاعها
وكفها الأخرى على الفيش
4. And perhaps an obscenity escaped its mouth,
That purified the bread when it touched it.
٤. وربما مرت لها فسوةٌ
من فمها عفت على العيش