The star called out, how bright is tonight

I said to the stars, the moon is with me tonight

Go up to the high roof for the sake of prayer

Tonight is picking flowers, tonight is drinking wine

Until morning, our beloved is in our embrace like the heart

His hand is around our neck in affection tonight

Until morning, the Zangians have a fight with Rome

Until morning, the musicians have tan tan tan tonight

Until morning, the wine cup is in circulation and giving

Until morning, the flower is in seclusion with the lily tonight

Tonight I will pour the wine of union on the special and the common

Rejoice that your moon is on the window tonight

For us, like David, iron becomes like wax

The beloved is an old robber, the heart is iron tonight

Open the hand of the heart so that the foot of love may strike

For that fearful wretch is seen in a safe haven tonight

Give a kiss on my golden face, O fortune

For this gold is seen bitten in the mine tonight

He who closed our way with cunning and knowledge

Put a donkey's saddle on him, for he is a fool tonight

His sharp sword is rotten and wooden

And his long spear is like a needle tonight

His fortified castle is a spider's web

His armor and himself are like oil tonight

Be silent, for the greedy is always dumb

What discussion do you have with him who is dumb tonight?