1. يا رُبَّ ظَمآنِ الوِشاحِ

    يَفتَرُّ عن بَردِ الأَقاحي

    Ah, many a one whose sash is thirsty,

    smiles, revealing the cool whiteness of daisies.

  2. ما زِلتُ أَلثُمُ ثَغرَهُ

    ما بَينَ رَيحانٍ وَراحِ

    I kept kissing his mouth

    amid sweet basil and wine,

  3. في لَيلَةٍ لَم تَتَّسِع

    لِعِناقِنا مِنها النَواحي

    on a night that had too little room

    in its reaches for our embrace.

  4. ما لاحَ وَجهُ عَشائِها

    حَتّى بَدا وَجهُ الصَباحِ

    No sooner had its evening's face shone

    than the face of morning appeared.