باكِر عُقاراً كَدِمِ الذَبيحِ

فَيَومُنا يَومٌ خَفيفُ الروحِ

Early morning's incense is like the blood of sacrifice

Our days are of light spirit

يَصلُحُ لِلغَبوقُ وَالصَبوحِ

لا تُفسِدِ الجَميلَ بِالقَبيحِ

Well suited for trysts and dawn vigils

Do not spoil the beautiful with the ugly