وَلَيْلٍ بحرُه فِي الجَوّ مَاجَا

وَلَمْ نَرَ للهلاَلِ بِهِ سِرَاجَا

The night's sea surged in the atmosphere

Yet we saw no crescent moon shine there

أنَرْنَا فِيهِ من شَمْعٍ نُجُومًا

وَصَيَّرْنَا مَجَرَّتَهُ زُجَاجَا

We lit it with stars like candles

And made its galaxy a glassware

وَقَلَّدْنَاهُ بِالأزْهَارِ عقداً

وَألْبَسْنَاهُ بالأفراحِ تَاجَا

We adorned it with a necklace of flowers

And crowned it with joys and powers

وَأطْلَعْنَا بِهِ الصَّهْبَاءَ شَمْاً

فَأمْسى آبَنُوسُ الليلِ عَاجَا

We made the fair lady inhale its air

So Absynthus, the night's, turned into nectar