أَرْسِلْ جِيَادَ النَّظَرِ

أَرْسِلْ جِيَادَ النَّظَرِ

وَاعْتَبِرِ

وَاعْتَبِرِ

Send forth the steeds of sight,

Send forth the steeds of insight

Unleash the steeds of your gaze,

And take heed,

And learn

And reflect,

وَاشْرَبْ طُِلاَ السُّلْوَانْ

وَاشْرَبْ طُِلاَ السُّلْوَانْ

وَذُدْ شُرُودَ الْغِيَرِ

وَذُدْ شُرُودَ الْغِيَرِ

And drink the wine of solace.

And drink the hanging of Solomon

And drink the wine of solace,

And drive off the wild strays of misfortune,

And repel the estrangements of others

And ward off the straying shifts of fate,

وَلْتَشْكُرِ

وَلْتَشْكُرِ

مَنْ طََّرزَ الْبُسْتَانْ

مَنْ طََّرزَ الْبُسْتَانْ

And give thanks

And let gratitude

And give thanks

To the one who embroidered the garden.

Adorn the one who decorated the garden

To Him who embroidered the garden,

جَلاَّهُ غِبَّ الْمَطَرِ

جَلاَّهُ غِبَّ الْمَطَرِ

بِالزَّهْرِ

بِالزَّهْرِ

He made it shine after the rain

Its beauty exposed by the rain

Revealing it after the rain

With blossoms,

With flowers

With blossoms,

مُكَلَّلَ التِّيجَانْ

مُكَلَّلَ التِّيجَانْ

وَطَائِرُ الْبِشْرِ صَدَحْ

وَطَائِرُ الْبِشْرِ صَدَحْ

Crowned with diadems.

Wreathed in garlands

Crowned with diadems.

And the bird of gladness sang,

And the bird of good news trilled

And the bird of gladness sang out,

لأَِنْ قَدَحْ

لأَِنْ قَدَحْ

زَنْدَ الْمُنَى السَّعْدُ

زَنْدَ الْمُنَى السَّعْدُ

For a spark was struck

For the happiness has sparked

Because it sparked

From hope's fire-stick by good fortune.

The fire of joy early

The flint of hopes—good fortune.

بَاكِرْ مَعَاهِدَ الْفَرَحْ

بَاكِرْ مَعَاهِدَ الْفَرَحْ

فَقَدْ شَرَحْ

فَقَدْ شَرَحْ

Visit early the haunts of joy,

So it unfolded

Visit early the abodes of joy,

For now is revealed

Its beauty, the rose

For it has unveiled

جَمَالَهَا الْوَرْدُ

جَمَالَهَا الْوَرْدُ

وَاعْتَنَقَتْ هِيَفُ الْغُصُونْ

وَاعْتَنَقَتْ هِيَفُ الْغُصُونْ

Their beauty by the rose.

And the branches embraced

Their beauty—the rose!

And the slender boughs embraced,

Scattering

And the slender branches embraced,

يَسْتَنْثِرُونْ

يَسْتَنْثِرُونْ

جَوَاهِرَ الأَطْوَاقْ

جَوَاهِرَ الأَطْوَاقْ

Scattering

Jewels of necklaces

Scattering

The jewels of their necklaces,

As if they are pampered

The jewels of their necklaces,

كَأَنَّهُمْ مُدَلَّهُونْ

كَأَنَّهُمْ مُدَلَّهُونْ

مُتَيَّمُونْ

مُتَيَّمُونْ

As though bewildered by love,

And passionate

As though they were infatuated lovers,

Enslaved by love,

Arrows of longing pierced them

Enthralled by passion,

سَمَتْ لَهُمْ أَشْوَاقْ

سَمَتْ لَهُمْ أَشْوَاقْ

وَلِلْبَنَفْسَجِ عُيُونْ

وَلِلْبَنَفْسَجِ عُيُونْ

Their longings soaring.

And the violet's eyes

Whose longings have soared high.

And the violets have eyes

Never sleep

And the violet has eyes

لاَ يَنْعَسُونْ

لاَ يَنْعَسُونْ

تَبْكِي مِنَ الإِيرَاقْ

تَبْكِي مِنَ الإِيرَاقْ

That never grow drowsy,

Weeping from dripping

That never slumber,

Weeping from sleeplessness.

And the tender narcissus breathed

Weeping from sleeplessness.

وَالنَّرْجِسُ الْغَضُّ نَفَحْ

وَالنَّرْجِسُ الْغَضُّ نَفَحْ

لَمَّا اصْطَبَحْ

لَمَّا اصْطَبَحْ

And the fresh narcissus breathed fragrance,

When it woke

And the fresh narcissus exhaled its fragrance,

When a morning draught was taken

From its blooming, a lover

When it drank the morning draught,

مِنْ نَشْرِهِ نَدُّ

مِنْ نَشْرِهِ نَدُّ

فَارْكُضْ سَوَابِقَ الْفَرَحْ

فَارْكُضْ سَوَابِقَ الْفَرَحْ

From its scent by fragrant incense.

So race the steeds of joy

Yielding a scent of ambergris.

So spur on the swift steeds of joy,

For it has wounded

So spur on the swift steeds of joy,

فَقَدْ جَرَحْ

فَقَدْ جَرَحْ

خُدُودَهُ الْوَرْدُ

خُدُودَهُ الْوَرْدُ

For now are wounded

His cheeks, the rose

For it has wounded

Its cheeks by the rose.

And the gardens of the anemone buzzed

Its cheeks—the rose!

وَزَانَ وَجْنَاتِ الشَّقِيقْ

وَزَانَ وَجْنَاتِ الشَّقِيقْ

نَدىً رَقِيقْ

نَدىً رَقِيقْ

And the anemone's cheeks were adorned

With tender dew

And adorning the cheeks of the anemone

By delicate dew,

Its drink exhilarates

Is a delicate dew,

رُوَاؤُهُ يَبْهَرْ

رُوَاؤُهُ يَبْهَرْ

كَأَنَّمَا عَلَى الْعَقِيقْ

كَأَنَّمَا عَلَى الْعَقِيقْ

Whose beauty dazzles,

As if on carnelian

Whose brilliance dazzles,

As though upon carnelian

A refined pearl

As if upon carnelian

دُرٌّ أَنِيقْ

دُرٌّ أَنِيقْ

مِنْ أَنْفَسِ الْجَوْهَرْ

مِنْ أَنْفَسِ الْجَوْهَرْ

Lay exquisite pearls,

Of the finest jewels

Were elegant pearls

Among the most precious gems,

Or a tear from one who embraced his lover

Of the most precious gems,

أَوْ دَمْعُ مَنْ ضَمَّ الْعَشِيقْ

أَوْ دَمْعُ مَنْ ضَمَّ الْعَشِيقْ

يَشْكُو الْحَرِيقْ

يَشْكُو الْحَرِيقْ

Or the tears of one who embraced the beloved,

Complaining of burning

Or the tears of one holding the beloved,

Lamenting the burning

With his red cheek

Complaining of the burning fire

بِِخَدِّهِ الأَحْمَرْ

بِِخَدِّهِ الأَحْمَرْ

يَسْلُو بِهِ مَنِ انْتَزَحْ

يَسْلُو بِهِ مَنِ انْتَزَحْ

With his red cheek.

Comforting those who recoiled

Upon his red cheek.

It consoles whoever withdrew

From playfulness

Finding solace in it is the one departed

مِنَ الْمَرَحْ

مِنَ الْمَرَحْ

مَنْ لِلنَّوَى مَدُّ

مَنْ لِلنَّوَى مَدُّ

From mirth,

Respond to the caller of joy

From joy,

One drawn toward separation.

For it has wounded

The one whose separation is prolonged.

لَبِّ مُنَادِي الْفَرَحْ

لَبِّ مُنَادِي الْفَرَحْ

فَقَدْ جَرَحْ

فَقَدْ جَرَحْ

Answer the caller of joy,

His cheeks, the rose

Answer the herald of joy,

For now are wounded

For it has wounded

خُدُودَهُ الْوَرْدُ

خُدُودَهُ الْوَرْدُ

Its cheeks by the rose.

Its cheeks—the rose!