1. A blonde has made me lovesick with yellowness, and the wing of darkness the color of my robe,
Between water and garden and vineyards,

2. And graceful domes and deserts,
Where the branches bend over us,

3. And the gamblers are awakened there by the singing girls.
It is as if the darkness were the tresses of her hair,

4. And the stars shining in it were her jewelry.
The clouds uncovered a crescent moon which appeared

5. In the hand of the horizon like half a bracelet,
So give me to drink, for I seek vengeance with drinking, and for events, vengeance.

6. If they were not human, they would suit nothing but the moons.
I give them to drink while they give me the comfort, to the tune of the well-strung strings,

7. On a carpet the talk came into view,
Like clover plants among the blossoms.

8. We did not cease to sip the goblets until the night was buried in the heart of the day.