يا حُسْنَه لهِلالِ الفِطْر مُرْتَقباً

يا حُسْنَه لهِلالِ الفِطْر مُرْتَقباً

كالبَدْرِ أشرقَ في داجٍ مِنَ الغَسَقِ

كالبَدْرِ أشرقَ في داجٍ مِنَ الغَسَقِ

How lovely he is, watching for the crescent of Eid al-Fitr!

O beauty, the crescent of breaking the fast approached

Like the full moon, he shone in the deep darkness of dusk.

Like the full moon it shone in the darkness of night

أوْمى إليهِ بعَيْنيه وغازَلَني

أوْمى إليهِ بعَيْنيه وغازَلَني

فَقُلْتُ والصَّبُّ مَفْطورٌ عَلى القَلَقِ

فَقُلْتُ والصَّبُّ مَفْطورٌ عَلى القَلَقِ

He gestured toward it with his eyes and flirted with me.

He winked at me with his eyes and flirted

So I said—and the lovesick lover is restless by nature—

I said while dawn is breaking with anxiety

لُقْياكَ عِيديْ ومَرْآكَ الهلالُ وفي

لُقْياكَ عِيديْ ومَرْآكَ الهلالُ وفي

لَماك فِطْري فما أبغي لَدى الأُفُق

لَماك فِطْري فما أبغي لَدى الأُفُق

“Meeting you is my feast, and the sight of you my crescent; and in

Seeing you is my celebration, the crescent saw you

your lips’ dark hue lies my breaking of the fast—what, then, do I seek on the horizon?”

In your radiance is my breaking fast, I want no horizon