قُمْ فاسْقِنِي قَدْ تَنَفّسَ الغَسَقُ

فِضِّيَةً في الزُّجَاجِ تَأْتَلِق

Rise and pour me a drink, for dusk has breathed

Silvery in the glass, shining bright

كأنّنا والمدامُ نَأْخُذُها

نَشْرَبُ ناراً وليس نَحْتَرِقُ

As if, as we drink the wine, we drink

Fire and do not burn