No more fasting, no more sleepless prayers,
Eid has come with wine and lutes in air.
Last night they searched the sky for the Eid moon,
I searched for you—
for you are my moon.

They watched the heavens, waiting for light,
but I found my dawn in your eyes tonight.
Let them chase stars that fade away—
I’ll drink to you, my Eid, my day.