1. يا حُسن بدر أدار الشمس في يده

    بخصره غيّبت عقلي من الفرح

    How lovely the full moon who turned the sun in his hand!

    In delight at his waist, I lost my reason.

  2. يطوف الكأس بالأحداق يلحظه

    يطيل من حدق سكرى ومن قدح

    He passes the cup around, with eyes gazing upon him;

    He prolongs his draughts from drunken eyes and from a goblet.

  3. في ليل طرّته مع صبح غرّته

    من كاسه اغتبقي يا نفسُ واصطحبي

    In the night of his forelock, with the dawn of his brow,

    Drink at evening from his cup, O soul, and keep company.