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O Lord of the night whose drink I sip

يا رب ليل بت أسقى به

1. O Lord of the night whose drink I sip
Yellow, like withered flowers, it drips

١. يَا رُبَّ لَيْلٍ بِتُّ أُسْقَى بِهِ
مَشْمُولَةً صَفْرَاءَ كَالْوَرْسِ

2. As if inside its chalice lies
A Piece of the bright sun that flies

٢. كَأَنَّهَا فِي كَأْسِهَا شُعْلَةٌ
مَقْبُوسَةٌ مِنْ كَوْكَبِ الشَّمْسِ