1. The night has passed, and the stars have faded
Yet we remain by our dwellings, seated

2. So heal, my friend, the heart of your brother at night
For his heart is forever wounded

3. With a chalice, if filled with pure water
Pearls will flow from its brim, swarming

4. It makes us laugh, like the rooster's eye at dawn
But if clouds seep into it, it is glooming

5. In the goblet is the softness of a languid bride
And in it is an everlasting joy blooming

6. And when the light of dawn shone upon us
And a radiant full moon stirred its lute

7. Hearing my brother's voice from Hejaz, my longing stirred
For one whose ruins at Ramah will never be consumed