كَشَطَ الصَباحُ بِنورِهِ

ما خَطَّهُ قَلَمُ الظَلامِ

Morning has erased with its light

What the pen of darkness wrote

فَاِجلُ المُدامَ وَخُذ بِنا

قَبلَ النَدامَةِ في النَدامِ

So take the wine-cup and be with us

Before regret in regret

فَالبَرقُ يَرقُمُ كُلَّ ما

نَسَجَ النَسيمُ مِنَ الغَمامِ

For lightning unravels all

That the breeze has woven from the clouds