1. Spring came with its roses and blooms
So let our cupbearer quench us with a cup of its perfume

2. And let the breeze drink, craving the pleasure
That it found only near its flowers

3. O you, my boon companions, you have wine
That heals the worries of one in distress after misery

4. Yellow, pure, it eliminates with its purity
What man has endured of troubles

5. With it the love-sick wanders as rich as
A desert rain in its prime and fecundity

6. In a gathering where its hopes have blossomed
And its moons and suns were revealed to us

7. What joy did to a place
Where the gentle breeze blows in its expanse

8. Hastening pleasures, which verse
Set in motion in the assembly and its abode

9. Take it when cups are filled with its color
As solemnity takes off its clothes and gravity

10. And if you greet its elbow-crooked one
He will greet you with his bent arm and forearm

11. A black antelope of the forest, deadly to its hunters
And sharp swords to its supporters

12. A moon that when the light of its forehead appeared
Set aflame the heart of the beholder with its fire

13. And a rebel says, when annihilated by its glance,
Who will take vengeance, O men, for his vengeance?

14. I know that in its saliva
The breeze did not quench its thirst at its watering place

15. Spring has laid out for us green pillows of chintz
Whose blossoms and flowers exude fragrance

16. Thanks for the traces of clouds in its meadow
For it has the white hand in its traces

17. A meadow whose beauties are like its sky
And the rising of its joy like its daytime

18. So drink to the melodies of its birds
As if they are melodies from its strings

19. The branches dance out of rapture through it
Between the cooing of its doves and their murmurs

20. Do not deny the branches' inclination, for they are
Branches that drank from its rivers

21. And when the spring season comes, hasten
To pluck pleasures in its months

22. It is as if it were the radiant face of virgins
All beauty shining through in their unveiling

23. And go on a promenade in every verdant garden
Especially those with Soft breezes and ripples

24. And the breeze has whispered to me the fragrance
Of news that the perfume told about its perfumer

25. So when the morning breeze exhales with what
It has concealed of secrets in its breath

26. O excellent is a time that increases your delight
When fate relates to me in its monopoly

27. Joyful to newcomers as if it were
A meadow watered by heavy rains from its cloudburst

28. Its breaths then became fragrant and
Its flowers bloomed in its wetness and train

29. The beauties of its fold spread after
The clouds drew away their overhanging hem

30. That leader has many merits
As many as the stars, his traces declare

31. By my father, the noble Hashimite, he
Has surpassed all people with his glory and pride

32. Fine-natured from the good, a twig
Of the Messenger of God, the root of his carpenter

33. The light of prophecy radiant from his face
Or do we not see what shines from his lights?

34. Sweet of gifts to those who ask, and he
Is like honey, harvested by a hand that picks it

35. The current of that sea, its water is sweet
So draw a drink of the water from its currents

36. Repeat to me your words praising the glorious
Whose repetition is sweet to hear

37. If I were to praise him with a thousand eulogies
I would not reach a tenth of a tenth of him

38. If fate had guaranteed him safety
No transgressor would have wronged his freemen

39. He is a mercy sent down upon his virtuous ones
And he is the elite chosen ones for his elite

40. He has indeed transcended in the loftiness of his status
Until I saw the moon from his eyes

41. He feels safe from the frightening world as if
He had taken covenants from its dangers

42. Good fortune he created and luck - both
In life obey his right hand and his left

43. He has facilitated the difficult matter - return to
A servant whom you see easiness in his hardship

44. A look you give him with which he sees all
Good fortune, O he whom fortune sees in his eyes

45. In you is praise ready and with you
Wealth forever while remembering it

46. O master, your benevolence does not cease
To distinguish him with its freshness and youth

47. You have granted him your generosity so he has gained
Fruits from the orchards of your ideas

48. So how many beautiful orchards have you planted
Whose praises of you were among its fruits?

49. And accept from one who prays for your glory his lifetime
However little he can offer of his poetry