1. I have a friend who blamed me and became more adamant
For leaving the dawn gathering, then he returned

2. And said, “Do not drink in the day
And in the glow of dawn and nightfall

3. When the dawn spreads darkness in the night
A warbling bird then sings loudly

4. The stars descend into the basin of sunset
And dawn pursues the darkness

5. The night sheds dew on the roses
And the morning breeze moves their branches

6. The crescent appeared over the new moon
Like the turban of a young black man, his beard has grayed

7. It illuminated the house with some of its light
And the night was removed from its veils

8. The galaxy scattered the darkness
You would think it a sparkling brook when

9. The dawn sighs but does not flare up
Among the stars like an extinguished coal

10. And he said, “Drinking at night has harmed us
And confused minds and thoughts

11. The jinn complained to Iblis
For they are in the narrowest prison

12. Do you not see the garden, how it illuminated
And the blossoms spread out yellow carpets

13. The flowers laughed at the anemones
And the drops embraced like the passionate

14. In a garden like the dress of a bride
And servants like the peacock’s turban

15. With jasmine on the branches
Arranged like beads on a rosary

16. The cypress is like pieces of emerald
It drew water from moist soil

17. The poppies spread out pockets and opened up
Like white paper manuscripts

18. Until its leaves spread out
And its trunk almost appeared to us

19. It looked like crystal decanters
As if it took physical form from light

20. Some of it bare of its clothes
Ashamed the eyes of its owners

21. After the roses bloomed you see it
Like fireflies in the soldiers’ hands

22. The resilient lilies, clothes opened wide
Like cotton touched by some dampness

23. It illuminated the edges of its garden
And the garden fell under its guarantee

24. And the fruits of autumn appeared in it
As if they were amber pigeons

25. The bee circles over the myrtle
A skull like the turban of a deacon

26. Ropes of spinning like half gray hair
And essence from different flowers

27. Pomegranate like hot coals
Or like the combs of Indian roosters

28. Quince polished by droplets
Tell me, is this more beautiful in the night

29. And defers what you desire and recur
And repeats landscapes and descriptions

30. So I said, “I have spared you disagreement
Stay with us until dawn breaks forth

31. Like an overflowing stream
We get up to food prepared for us

32. And strong black coffee
Its grains poured out

33. Like stars rotating in a sky
And do not say “I’m used to my house”

34. And spoil the words with a difficult excuse”
So he said, “This is the height of madness

35. When did the wolf live in the valley of Nun
I invited you to the dawn gathering but no

36. I am not there when you first responded
I have something I must take care of

37. So my soul rests from its troubles
Then I come as dawn holds the reins

38. Before the call to prayer begins”
Then he went promising the early morn

39. And shook his head happily pleased
So I got up from him worried and anxious

40. And said “Sleep, enough of you, hurry!”
And we listened for sounds by the door

41. But heard no traces of the liar
Until the redness of dawn emerged

42. And the whip of the wind pained the regretful
The sun rose over the heads

43. And drunkenness ruled over the souls
He came with a cold smiling face

44. Exposed by what he had gained, blamed
Stumbling through the house from his shyness

45. Lifting the eye covers from behind him
The people teased him until it was clear

46. And he began speaking lamely, embarrassed
So the eyes take from sleep

47. A share of the caller to prayers cry
So we wiped our resting place

48. And I was not compliant to sleep before
There was thick darkness hovering

49. And the birds in their nests did not speak
The stars appeared in their darkness

50. Like the mourning clothes of a monk
And he said, “O people, hear me

51. Do not hastily blame me”
So he came up with a lying story

52. The heart did not open its doors to it
He excused the latecomers on the seventh day

53. To a bride of misfortune
They said, “drink” and I said, “we have drunk

54. You came to us and we were already drunk”
He did not stop behaving peculiarly

55. Raising the cup to his mouth
While the people were merry or

56. Drowned in their sleep and forgetting,
As if he were the last horse on the track

57. Beaten a thousand times by the trainer
Struggling as if he has succeeded

58. Searching for their ruins insistently
So listen, I blame the dawn gatherings

59. I have wondrous stories about them
If you want to drink at dawn

60. While the stars wander in a dark night
There was cool wind shuddering

61. His saliva frozen on his gums
The boy was bored and mumbling

62. With anger brewing in his chest
Walking without legs from drowsiness

63. Spilling his cup on those sitting
Cursing his boss whenever called

64. His face darkens when he comes
If he hears a voice from the gathering

65. He answers with a curse and death
If the people have a leg to be admired

66. His eyelids would be narrowed in sleep
His head like scattered rain clouds

67. His temple like a broken drinking horn
He rushed from his toothbrush and adornment

68. And appearance, looking to perfect his image
So he came to them with his unkempt clothes

69. Carried in his robe and scarf
As if he had bitten his brain

70. Suspicious breaths and thighs
So if you shoo away the cups and tray

71. And bring fireplace and embers instead
What virtue remains for the dawn recognized

72. Above confusion and covering darkness?
From its winds he feels destructive swords

73. Infiltrating the joints
I forgot the embers of the fireplace

74. As if they are sparks, O pleasant one!
The coal throws them into cheeks

75. And if it falls into the depths
Leaving spots, black dots

76. Like the skin of a leopard
And it cuts up the gathering anxiously

77. Remembering clothes catching fire
And the people kept busy, busy

78. And their shirts became like sieves
Until when the sun of mid-morning rose

79. It was said So-and-so and So-and-so came
And perhaps he would be difficult, esteemed

80. So he prolonged the words for a while, bold
He offered sweet basil and wine

81. And our delicious life was lost
For the rest of the day I am not safe

82. From an incident that has not yet occurred
Or news which is hated, or a letter

83. That cuts short the pleasure of wine and drinking
So hear the faults of dawn

84. Before the warbling bird the summer before
When sleep was sweet and bed pleasant

85. The night receded and rest was blissful
Fleas crept up slowly

86. On blood-fed returning female fleas
After they ate the bodies

87. And scared away deep sleep
So he brought food to the sleepy ones

88. Whose tongues were heavy with talk
After ants crept on it

89. With a snake spraying poison
A stretched-out deadly scorpion

90. And hornets swarming feverishly
The singer had throat problems

91. His breath burst his ears
If you want to drink at dawn

92. And dawn drew out the swords of heat
An hour then the scorcher comes to you

93. With its fire, and its tasty things don’t taste good
The drink and mood become hot

94. Arguments and quarreling increase
From a group who have drunk anguish

95. And tasted poison from their supplies
Their breaths clouded their cups

96. Their cups tortured their spirits
They were obsessed with scratching and fidgeting

97. As if their elbows were like scratched leather
Their basil became like fury

98. So they were full of hatred for one another
One walked without two feet

99. Another took cups without hands
One had red inflamed eyes

100. From poisons, his cheeks on fire
Another, when the sun rose high

101. Felt a painful hunger in himself
If he hid his inner chaos

102. And from weakness could not breathe
Migraines roamed his temples

103. And they were no use to him
His anger and frustration increased

104. And he was like burning sparks flying
He thought of uncouth rampage

105. Cast aside cups and greeting
Hardship appeared in his throat

106. And all of his companions died
If the poor one calls for food

107. He threads his eyelids closed in sleep
Whenever an obligatory prayer comes

108. He yawns allowing it to escape
So he ruins life with a gloomy day

109. Its regions not joined in his play
Whoever persists enjoying this

110. From his actions, delighted by delight
Will not find except soiled clothes

111. Confused, confusing friends
Increasing unconsciously and stingily, sickly

112. You never see him except tearing away
With long fingernails and protruding teeth

113. Spoiling food for the gluttons
And blinking whitened eyelids

114. With ears like part of a skull
His body covered in layers of filth

115. As if he was fed tar or slipped in mud
You’d think under his sweaty armpits

116. A judge’s beard saved from drowning
His saliva like an animal skin choker

117. Never embarrassed to ask
In his chest the tracks of palm trees

118. On his robe like the tracks of chickens
That was it, I did not leave out much more

119. So try what I have said and think