يا رُبَّ مقَنعةٍ حمراءَ تَلبَسُها

سَوداءُ للَّيلِ من تركيبِها قَارُ

O Lord of a red mask she wears

Black for the night from her fabric flows

تَلوحُ في العيدِ والأبصارُ تَرْمُقُها

كأنها فَحمَةٌ في رأسِها نارُ

She waves on Eid as all eyes behold her

As if in her head was a flame that glows