1. Turn the wine between us, O cupbearer,
Until my hand is paralyzed and my feet weakened,

2. And come closer to your rosy cheek
That the sun's rays shine on at dawn,

3. Or don't you see the cool breeze blowing
Like magic and the night's chill in the horizon,

4. The flowers are blooming, watered
From the river, curling in eddies,

5. Narcissus laughs, drunk, winking
At hyacinth, languid-eyed and staring,

6. So get up to the golden, flame-like beauty
Ablaze without burning,

7. She shone behind the veil so I thought her
The sunset glow beyond the horizon,

8. O Saad, happiest is he who can bear his passion
The burden of love, though intolerable,

9. Do not pitch tents for him, for he
Folds his ribs over the hot sands,

10. Contradictions have tortured him - fire kindled
In the water of his cheek, death

11. Of his anklets' bells and the talk of his tatters,
O sellers of their poems in the market

12. Poetry for them is the decline of markets,
Guard your faces from faces

13. Carved and sculpted like chiselled rocks,
They were created rude, would that they learn

14. The virtues of manners and etiquette,
The potter folds the branches of his clay

15. Pure creator displaying his wares,
The vagrant has taken his beauty captive

16. And so they are, by that bondage, set free
In his generosity and the beauty of his face

17. Lies the souls' comfort and the balm of hopes,
Swords turn white in his hand when the war turns black

18. With spilled red blood,
He still makes our sorrows steps

19. To those highest heights,
You are still the full moon, star of the faith

20. And the new crescent of the tyrant's defeat,
You are life - if you are angered, ruined

21. Are those you have abandoned without recourse,
In your wealth you have each day a new battle

22. Whose dawn shows you victorious by nightfall,
If base men offend, your hands suffice

23. To be the key to sustenance,
True are the praises we give him and so with him

24. They are honoured and rewarded,
The days have not erred in favouring him

25. But truly he prevailed and deserved to rule,
A lion even leopards fear his might

26. And leopards fear the baring of his fangs,
In his generosity at Babylon he is like

27. A streaming river across all horizons,
Thus his glowing face is like the dawn

28. Shining in every Levant and Iraq,
O sun of his state, Hashimite, take this ode

29. Which will outlive time, enduring for you
Like a meadow pleased by pouring rain

30. And doused by showers from thick clouds,
And greet him - for you have become lord of achievements

31. With wreaths still garlanding necks,