1. O night, I have cut through the darkness of its length
With a yellow goblet of glowing embers

2. On the sleepy coast, scents of its diffusion
From the meadow of languor

3. And the sea has calmed its currents
After long restlessness and swelling

4. Now the north titillates it and now
The daughters of al-Khazraj awaken it

5. And the moon has cast the radiance of its brilliance
In its furrowed, embroidered pond

6. So it is as if when it has folded the page of its surface
With its blazing, glowing illumination

7. A river is formed of molten luminosity
Flowing over a land of turquoise