1. O night of intimacy with the dove, your hours of beauty did not cease
In goodness and in rapture we spent it, and the stars like flowers gazed at us

2. The moon descended amongst them beaming as if in love
In a gathering, all ears, when the flowers of meaning bloom and call out from the dunes

3. Their reciter turns the rare verses, astounding them, not with grapes' daughter
The rebab has passion and rightfully so, the oud murmurs like one of dignity's wrath

4. The tambourine like a bird in its bells resentful, the flute says "I'm the distinguished by moustache"
Nothing was swifter than the glow that shone in it, and the night hurried away in flight

5. My oud, though once, I wait, hopes may come in wonder
With that gathering, I wish no substitute, my only wish to see among them a love mark