1. O Lord, on a splendid day I adorned it
With a folding fan, bending the grove and illuminating

2. She beckoned to me with leisure that stood for us
In which its folds were like the place of rest

3. A day in which I sipped the wine and the pressed grapes
So I drank from a bottle of wine and early morning drink

4. And I kissed two rosy cheeks of a folding fan
That embraced their brilliance in the morning

5. Until when intoxication leaned with its shoulder
Like the leaning of the rod on the course of spirits

6. I supported it with my arm, so I remained as though
I glimpsed the brilliance of morning in my arm