قَد حانَ أَن نَطرِقَ الحاناتِ في السَحَرِ

وَنَأَخُذُ الشَمسَ فيها مِن يَدِ القَمَرِ

The time has come for us to roam the taverns at dawn

And take the sun from the moon’s hand within them

بَكرٌ تَطوفُ بِها بَكَرٌ مُزَنَّرَةٌ

أَسيافُ أَلحاظِها أَمضى مِنَ القَدَرِ

At daybreak, maidens circle around

Whose glances’ swords are sharper than destiny

حَتّى إِذا مَزَجَتها في زُجاجَتِها

كانَت كَياقوتَةٍ تَفتَرُّ عَن دُرَرِ

Until when she has mixed it in her bottle

It becomes a ruby that sheds its pearls