1. O Lord of a day now past
In Al-Qadisiya, would that it might last

2. In the shade of a vine that knows no blight
Where neither exile nor poison might alight

3. Its sky is the new leaf’s green
Its earth the fallen leaf’s sheen

4. A sickly glance from the wine-bearer’s eye
Tempts me with the cup raised high

5. As lured by his kiss like an orphan child
Lured by the breast it has reviled

6. O you who blame me for love
Leave me be, for my hurt is old enough