1. Arise, let's have breakfast by the bells' ringing
And drink to the beauty of the flutists' tunes

2. Spend two months glorifying the One of splendid beauty
Full of great sanctity and humiliation

3. When it appeared to me in all its splendor
Like a garden of every deacon and priest

4. Did Ridwan disappear or lose his determination
To close the gates of the heavens' gardens?

5. Take off your excuses with those who have no excuses
As long as your fate with Him is not ill-omened

6. The edges of this day have softened and smiled
At its people, pledged by every priest

7. On the branches, his doves are standing
And you did not suggest to them anything but freedom

8. The bells have loud rings that scratched
On the streams, the ponds of priests

9. The hanging vines blow musk from their flowers
And the ground opens the tails of peacocks

10. So if you insisted on refusing the joyous invitation
The inhabitants of churches would answer you

11. On a night like the eyes of a gazelle I walked
In comfort like the back of a laden mule

12. Until I arrived at the Monastery of Al-Qaseer, so
I did not limit my tears to anything but a wedding

13. I said to the priest, "Get me some of the freed
Ones, I was guided to them in the monasteries"

14. "Do not find but a full cup
In Heaven, it was what Iblis drank"

15. So he sighed a pure white breath
From the lanterns, the lights helped

16. Until after despair and it was in his hand
As if he were a lion in the chest of a groom

17. And if the bride of the faith comes to you barefaced
Sprinkle the cup in which is the remainder of the purse