1. Spring has spread for us its fragrant meadows
So the downhearted are revived by its moisture

2. A season has smiled, unveiling its beauty
After a season that was stern in its solemnity

3. It is like the imam, so every little hill
Comes with its pulpit and its preacher

4. It is the alchemist of spring who excelled
In its composition and its refinement

5. Those are the dirhams and dinars
In its garden and the ink in its mint

6. And the scattered enamel that
Sprinkled camphor to cover its flaws

7. It has spread its palms like a lover who prays
To the Merciful to attain the union of his beloved

8. The roses are like the shy, the scattered
Perplexed youth, watched over by his guardian

9. The breeze stirred it and awoke the sleeping
Delicate blossoms that danced when it blew

10. Indeed, the breeze is its ailing lover who brings
To the lovesick patient the cure through his doctor

11. O how delightful is the dancing of the branches
To the singing of the birds when they excel in their melodies

12. O you who blame the wine drinker
Who reaps the fruits he sows from his drink

13. Leave blaming him if you are his advisor
For disobeying what you advise is part of refinement

14. Indeed, blaming the lover for his passion
Seduces him and increases his desire