1. I rejoiced that the crescent moon at dawn
Appeared delicate and imaginative

2. The days have worn it down until it seems
A soft bridle held gently in both hands

3. I stood to console it, its bone thinned
And the sun’s dawn had come

4. To shame the revelers - you are doomed
For what befalls you is deserved, genuine

5. When the fasting month appeared, my critic gloated
But you, o Shawwal, are my true friend

6. You've brought back my youthful vigor and passion
An early bright morning has arrived, shining