1. Turn it between a flute and a lute,
And seize the time of bliss as long as you are alive,

2. For the chill of the garden is embroidered at the margins,
And the light of the crescent is strung as necklaces.

3. The wing of night has folded horizons,
And the dawn has unfurled contracts.

4. Take it while the warblers are in discord,
And the morning star is kindled with firewood.

5. Brides in the radiance of goblets adorned,
Clothed in veils and blushing cheeks.

6. We have asked for her hand, and intimacy was the dowry,
And the melodies of the lute were the witnesses.

7. Suns that whenever they set and rise
On mouths they rise on blushing cheeks.

8. The languid-eyed one when she turns,
You see the branch sporting in the meadow.

9. A doe-eyed gazelle accustomed to hunting lions,
She enchants him with sickly glances,

10. And deprives him of sleep with sleepy eyelids.
When the melodies of the instruments speak,

11. We sway like pliant twigs.
I praise the hand of fate for

12. Allowing me to enjoy her despite the envious.
I say to my friend while the breeze blows,

13. And the rose of intimacy is offered in bouquets.
The branches of euphorbia intoxicated from

14. The leaves in the green meadow.
The hand of the breeze shakes the dangling clusters,

15. Mistaking them for cradled infants.
And if the clouds propose to them,

16. You see the pitcher hurry in prostration.
Gardens among which houris walk,

17. Is this the abode of eternity?
Enjoy, for time guarantees,

18. The hoped for and the promised.
For time has returned today as a feast,

19. And humanity has donned the garb of existence.
With the hands of Joseph, Lord of hands,

20. And reviver of religion after stagnation.
The beauty of the kingdom, innovator of glories,

21. Apple of creation, kindler of the firewood.
The family of Nasr raised him,

22. The first in glory, power, and excellence.
Time has bowed to him, so he remains

23. Delighting the eye, victorious over armies.