تَوَّجتُ بَناني بِكؤوس الراحِ

أَجلو سَحَراً وَجهَ عَروس الراحِ

I have crowned my fingers with cups of comfort,

To unveil the magic of the bride of comfort's face,

في الرأسِ ضَبابَةُ الخُمار اِمتَدَّت

لا يَكشِفُها غَيرُ شُموسِ الراحِ

The mistiness of the veil has spread in my head,

None can unveil it but the suns of comfort.