1. Pour me a drink, for I have shunned its cups
during the fasting month of Ramadan. Spare me of its water,

2. for he has poured me from his pitcher a drink
like fire flashing in the gloom of darkness.

3. The crescent moon of Shawwal gleams brightly
while funeral processions pause in its glow.

4. Like a youth from a loyal beloved when he appeared,
and the minister's face called for his long life.