وَلَقَد شَربتُ الراح يَسطَعُ نُورُها

وَاللَيلُ قَد مَدَّ الظَلامَ رِداءَ

I drank the wine whose light radiates,

While the night spread its cloak of darkness,

حَتّى تَبدّى البَدرُ في جَوزائِهِ

مَلِكا تَناهى بَهجَةً وَبَهاءَ

Until the full moon appeared in its apogee,

A king, perfect in splendor and brilliance.

لَمّا أَرادَ تَنَزُّها في غَربِهِ

جَعَلَ المظَلَّةَ فَوقَهُ الجَوزاءَ

When it wanted to take an evening stroll in its setting,

It placed the nut-tree its umbrella above it.

وَتَناهَضَت زُهرُ النُجوم يَحُفُّهُ

لألاؤها فاِستَكمَلَ اللألاءَ

And the flowers of the stars rose to surround it,

With their glitter, it perfected the adornment.

وَتَرى الكَواكِبَ كالمَواكِب حَولَهُ

رُفِعَت ثُرَيّاها عَلَيهِ لِواءَ

You see the planets around it like processions,

Their banners raised above it as flags.

وَحَكَيتُهُ في الأَرضِ بَينَ مَواكِبَ

وَكَواعِبَ جَمَعَت سَنا وَسَناءَ

I described it on earth among processions,

And maidens who gathered with splendor and beauty.

إِن نَشَرت تِلكَ الدُروع حَنادِساً

مَلأت لَنا هَذي الكُؤوسَ ضِياءَ

If those coats of mail spread out spears,

They would fill these cups for us with light.

وَإِذا تَغَنَّت هَذِهِ في مَزهَرٍ

لَم تَألُ تِلكَ عَلى التَريك غِناءَ

And if these sang here in blossoming meadow,

Those would never tire above the vines with melody.