1. The nights of joy have returned to us,
The cups rang and love danced,

2. Glittering, its light led me,
To it I was guided by the falling stars.

3. Gazelle-eyed yet Roman-cloaked,
Syrian veiled though hidden,

4. The necklace makes her Turkish,
Her tattoo proclaims her an Arab.

5. So serve wine in your tavern, Mislawan,
And your joyful times,

6. For in you is the passion the morning adorned,
And the longing heart its flame has ignited.

7. How can the agony of a tormented love last,
When clouds of pleasure pour down on it?

8. And when joy turns to us,
And the sipping of pure wine is pleasing,

9. I thought the beauty spot on her cheek had faded,
But with the water of shyness it was veiled.

10. And it made union devoid of illusion,
So that the leaf of coyness became gold.