يا بَدْرُ بادِرْ إِلَيَّ بالكاسِ

فَرُبَّ خَيْرٍ أَتى عَلى يَاسِ

O full moon, hasten to me with the cup

For much good has come from despair

ولا تقَبِّلْ يَدِي فإِنَّ فمي

أَولى بها مِنْ يَدِي ومِنْ راسي

Kiss not my hand, for my mouth

Is more deserving than my hand or my head