لا بُدَّ لِلإِنسانِ مِن صُورةٍ

لا بُدَّ لِلإِنسانِ مِن صُورةٍ

جَميلةٍ يَشهدُها طَرفُهُ

جَميلةٍ يَشهدُها طَرفُهُ

A person cannot do without a form

Man cannot live without the sight

Of beauty that his eye beholds,

Of beauty that delights his eyes,

وَمِن حَديثٍ فَكِهٍ نادرٍ

وَمِن حَديثٍ فَكِهٍ نادرٍ

يَعلَقُ بِالقَلب لَهُ وَصفُهُ

يَعلَقُ بِالقَلب لَهُ وَصفُهُ

And witty, uncommon conversation

And merry tales to lift his heart,

Whose description clings to his heart,

And fragrance of musk that makes him rise.

وَمِن أَريجِ مسكٍ أَو عَنبرٍ

وَمِن أَريجِ مسكٍ أَو عَنبرٍ

يَلتَذُّ بِالشمِّ لَهُ أَنفُهُ

يَلتَذُّ بِالشمِّ لَهُ أَنفُهُ

And the fragrance of musk or ambergris

The touch of downy skin that's smooth

Which his nose delights in smelling,

As moon when half its course is through,

وَمِن مِجَسٍّ أَهيفٍ ناعمٍ

وَمِن مِجَسٍّ أَهيفٍ ناعمٍ

كَالبَدر في الشَهرِ مَضى نِصفُهُ

كَالبَدر في الشَهرِ مَضى نِصفُهُ

And a slender-waisted, soft body to touch,

The taste of kisses sweet as wine,

Like the full moon when half the month has passed,

That on a smiling lip he'll find.

وَمِن مَذاقٍ ريقُهُ قَرقَفٌ

وَمِن مَذاقٍ ريقُهُ قَرقَفٌ

في مَبسِمٍ يُسكِرُها رَشفُهُ

في مَبسِمٍ يُسكِرُها رَشفُهُ

And a taste whose saliva is wine

Who's granted these five ecstasies,

In a smiling mouth whose sipping intoxicates the wine.

His life is filled with joy that frees

خَمسٌ مِن اللذاتِ مَن نالَها

خَمسٌ مِن اللذاتِ مَن نالَها

فَهوَ سَعيدٌ كامِلٌ ظَرفُهُ

فَهوَ سَعيدٌ كامِلٌ ظَرفُهُ

Five pleasures: whoever attains them

His spirit. And if death should come,

Is happy, his refinement complete.

He will not care when life is done.

وَمَن يَكُن مُتِّعَ دَهراً بِها

وَمَن يَكُن مُتِّعَ دَهراً بِها

فَما يُبالي إِن أَتى حَتفُهُ

فَما يُبالي إِن أَتى حَتفُهُ

And whoever has long been granted enjoyment of them

Cares not if his death should come.