1. قُم بِنا نُذعِرُ الهُمومَ بِكَأسٍ

    وَالثُرَيّا لِمَفرِقِ اللَيلِ تاجُ

    Rise—let us frighten cares away with a cup of wine;

    the Pleiades crown the parting of night’s hair,

  2. وَقَدِ اِنجَرَّتِ المَجَرَّةُ فيهِ

    كَسَبيبٍ يَمُدُّهُ نَسّاجُ

    and through it the Milky Way has trailed,

    like a long strand drawn out by a weaver.