قَد هَتَكَ الصُبحُ سَدولِ الدُجى

قَد هَتَكَ الصُبحُ سَدولِ الدُجى

فَانحَسَرَت أَثوابُهُ الجونُ

فَانحَسَرَت أَثوابُهُ الجونُ

Dawn has torn apart the veils of darkness,

The dawn has torn the veils of darkness

Dawn has torn down the heavy drapes of night,

And its black robes have fallen away.

And its garments of gloom have vanished.

And cast aside its robes of charcoal hue.

فَاصبِح نَداماكَ سُخامِيَّةً

فَاصبِح نَداماكَ سُخامِيَّةً

أَتى لَها في دَنِّها حينُ

أَتى لَها في دَنِّها حينُ

So serve your drinking companions soot-dark wine at dawn;

So stop your vain regret, you who went astray,

So serve your comrades a morning draught of dark vintage,

She has spent some time within her wine jar.

When affliction came your way.

Upon which an age has passed within the urn.

زُفَّت إِلى أَكرَمِ خُطّابِها

زُفَّت إِلى أَكرَمِ خُطّابِها

وِشاحُها وَردٌ وَنَسرينُ

وِشاحُها وَردٌ وَنَسرينُ

She was led as a bride to the noblest of her suitors;

She was wed to the noblest of suitors

She is brought forth like a bride to her noblest suitor,

Her sash is roses and eglantine.

With a wreath of roses and jasmine.

Her sash a weave of roses and sweet briar.

تَسعى بِها حَوراءُ في طَرفِها

تَسعى بِها حَوراءُ في طَرفِها

ضَحكٌ وَفي المَضحَكِ تَقيِيِنُ

ضَحكٌ وَفي المَضحَكِ تَقيِيِنُ

A dark-eyed maiden carries her round; in her gaze is

The houri hastens to her with a cheek

A doe-eyed maiden bears the cup; within her glance

Laughter, and in her smile, adornment.

Of laughter, though sure of what’s to come.

Is mirth, and in her smile is artful grace.

ما الناسُ إِلّا رَجُلٌ فاتِكٌ

ما الناسُ إِلّا رَجُلٌ فاتِكٌ

أَو رَجُلٌ وَقَّرَهُ دينُ

أَو رَجُلٌ وَقَّرَهُ دينُ

People are either reckless men,

Men are but an impetuous fool

For mankind is but the bold and reckless libertine,

Or men whom religion has made dignified.

Or one whose religion curbs him.

Or the man whom faith has crowned with dignity.