أَخي العِشرونَ مِن شَعبانَ وَلَّت

وَها شَمسُ المَسَرَّةِ قَد تَجَلَّت

The twentieth of Sha'ban has passed

And the bright sun of joy has shone

وَجادَ لَنا الزَمانُ بِطيبِ يَومٍ

بِهِ أَيّامُ عُمري قَد تَحَلَّت

Time has been generous to us with a beautiful day

On which the days of my life are adorned

نَعُمتُ بِوَصلِ أختِ البَدرِ لَكِن

لَها فَضلٌ عَلَيهِ أَينَ حَلَّت

I was blessed by the visit of the sister of the full moon, but

She has more virtue over it - wherever she pitched her tent

وَلِم لا وَهيَ تَجمَعُ كُلَّ حُسنٍ

وَفيها أَلسُنُ الشعَراء كَلَّت

Why not, as she combines all beauty

And in her the tongues of poets have faltered

فَتاةٌ مِن بَناتِ التركِ ماذا

عَلَينا مِن سُيوفِ اللَحظِ سَلَّت

A Turkish girl, what

Swords of glances has she unsheathed against us

وَتَخطُرُ في مَلابِسَ مِن جَمالٍ

ثيابَ الصَبرِ وَالسلوانِ أَبلَت

She moves about in dresses of unmatched beauty

Having donned the garb of patience and splendor

وَشَمسُ الراحِ مُشرِقَةٌ عَلَينا

وَسَيفُ كؤوسِنا لِلهَمِّ فَلَّت

The sun of comfort shines upon us

And the sword of our goblets is unsheathed against worries

وَرَبّابٌ يُجيبُ نِداهُ عُود

بِتَرجيعٍ عَلى الأَشجانِ دَلَّت

As the tunes of the lutanist respond

To the laments with a returning melody