1. The breeze caressed his face,
So fill the cup and bring it here,

2. Bring it cheerfully from
The genius of touches.

3. His palm scented it,
The gazes piercing.

4. So pass it around as a paradise,
Quenching the fire of memories,

5. And quenching your thirst, Fathi,
From you the droughts died.

6. This is your whisper in the night,
No moaning or crying,

7. Your solace made tears,
While it and sadness are alike.

8. Do you think medicine or a cure,
Can heal your affliction?

9. Your regretful vision.
And outrun life towards it,

10. And in it seek consolation.
Say to it, Oh cup of Magid,

11. We in exile met,
So we cried and laughed

12. And suffered and were sated,
We drank dreams as wine

13. It poured in our lips.
Then what, then patience died

14. Between our hands.
The memory of the dead beloved crept

15. In the cold of night,
Weaving around me shrouds of loneliness.

16. Ah, my cup, from his sorrows
After its purity!

17. Ah, my cup, from his passions
Despite its sincerity!

18. Ah, from you, ah, from him,
Ah, from the length of crying!

19. O daughter of oblivion, how many
Regretful valleys have you passed,

20. A kiss from you permitted
To them the forbidden purity.

21. Tell me, O cup, about them,
For speech has forgotten.

22. Tell me how they tasted
From your slopes of love.

23. Then they left, thinking
A single day in the wasteland ages.

24. Where is your oblivion, O cup,
And where are the prayers?

25. Where are the oases of purity
The droughts put to sleep?

26. Where are the crescent valleys
And where are the laughs?

27. All died as the mourners died
On the grave.

28. So for you light is fire
And songs are wailing.

29. Ah, from my love, O cup,
And from the memory of my beloved!

30. My love the flower perishes
Between fire and drought,

31. And the echo of his memory
Is the conversation of a stranger.

32. Bring your oblivion, O cup,
If it can cure me,

33. You are my share of sorrow
While he is my share of love.