1. Spring has come, so do not reproach,
Take off your veil, drink the nectar.

2. The blond wine, I do not allow its mixing,
Except with the scented cherry syrup.

3. Leave the night's gloom in the morning, when it
Looks as if it extracted lights from the sky.

4. Rise to where the gazelles have become bold
Crouching in the meadow engulfed in the grass.

5. A bird whose branch was lent grace nested,
Its strings made of the silver of rain.

6. The north wind scatters it and scatters
The memory of love from past eras.

7. Let's rise to make the most of youth before
Grey hair throws dust into the bowls of life.

8. Drink rose wine if cheeks’ roses you cannot find
For lack of gold dinars.

9. Set your thoughts on love and desire’s traps
For a shadow or passing image to fall.

10. This, while I see that if I lose the one
I love, I find no paradise but fire.

11. Alas! Neither the soft reed flute nor old
Wine’s intoxication nor tones from the strings,

12. Nor the evening moan of winds when
Birds are sent off at dawn,

13. Are as beautiful to me as conversing with the one I
Love at the moonlit peak of life.

14. The one whose beauty enslaves the free
Can do as he pleases.