1. يا كَثيرَ النَوحِ في الدِمَنِ

    لا عَلَيها بَل عَلى السَكَنِ

    O you who lament so much among the ruined campsites,

    Not for them, but for those who dwelt there.

  2. سُنَّةُ العُشّاقِ واحِدَةٌ

    فَإِذا أَحبَبتَ فَاِستَكِنِ

    The way of lovers is one and the same:

    So when you fall in love, submit.

  3. ظَنَّ بي مَن قَد كَلِفتُ بِهِ

    فَهوَ يَجفوني عَلى الظِنَنِ

    The one I am enamored of has thought ill of me,

    So he shuns me because of suspicions.

  4. باتَ لا يَعنيهِ ما لَقِيَت

    عَينُ مَمنوعٍ مِنَ الوَسَنِ

    He spent the night, caring nothing for what

    The eye of one denied slumber had suffered.

  5. رَشَأٌ لَولا مَلاحَتُهُ

    خَلَتِ الدُنيا مِنَ الفِتَنِ

    A young gazelle—were it not for his beauty,

    The world would be free of temptations.

  6. كُلَّ يَومٍ يَستَرِقُّ لَهُ

    حُسنُهُ عَبداً بِلا ثَمَنِ

    Each day, his beauty wins him

    A slave, without a price.

  7. فَاِسقِني كَأساً عَلى عَذَلٍ

    كَرِهَت مَسموعَهُ أُذُني

    So give me a cup, despite the reproach

    Whose sound my ear detests,

  8. مِن كُمَيتِ اللَونِ صافِيَةٍ

    خَيرِ ما سَلسَلتَ في بَدَنِ

    Of clear, reddish-brown wine,

    The finest you have let flow into a body.

  9. ما اِستَقَرَّت في فُؤادِ فَتىً

    فَدَرى ما لَوعَةُ الحَزَنِ

    Never does it settle in a young man's heart

    And leave him knowing the burning ache of grief.

  10. مُزِجَت مِن صَوبِ غادِيَةٍ

    حَمَلَتها الريحُ مِن مُزُنِ

    It was mixed with the rain of a morning cloud,

    Borne by the wind from rain-laden clouds.

  11. تَضحَكُ الدُنيا إِلى مَلِكٍ

    قامَ بِالأَحكامِ وَالسُنَنِ

    The world smiles upon a king

    Who has upheld the laws and traditions.

  12. يا أَمينَ اللَهِ عِش أَبَداً

    فَإِذا أَفنَيتَنا فَكُنِ

    O God's trustee, live forever,

    And when you have outlived us, live on.

  13. كَيفَ تَسخو النَفسُ عَنكَ وَقَد

    قُمتَ بِالغالي مِنَ الثَمَنِ

    How can the soul willingly part with you, when

    You have commanded so high a price?

  14. سَنَّ لِلناسِ النَدى فَنَدَوا

    فَكَأَنَّ البُخلَ لَم يَكُنِ

    He made generosity the people's custom, and they gave freely,

    So it is as though miserliness had never existed.