1. اشرب على الشعب واحلل روضه انفا

    قد زاد في حسنه فازدد به شغفا

    Drink beside the ravine, and alight in its fresh, untouched meadow.

    It has grown in beauty, so grow more enamored of it.

  2. إذ ألبس الهيف من اغصانه حللا

    ولقن للعجم من اطياره نتفا

    For it clothed its slender-waisted boughs in robes,

    and taught its speechless birds snatches of song.

  3. ونمرت حسنه الأغصان مثمرة

    من نازع قرطا اولابس شنفا

    And fruit-laden boughs dappled its beauty,

    some shedding an earring, others wearing an ear-pendant.

  4. والماء يثني على اعطافه أزراً

    والريح تعقد في أطرافها شرفا

    And water folds robes about its flanks,

    and wind knots crests along their hems.

  5. والشمس تخرق من أشجارها طرفا

    بنورها فترينا تحتها طرفا

    And the sun pierces a fringe of its trees

    with its light, then shows us marvels beneath them:

  6. من قائل نسجت درعاً مفضضة

    وقائل ذهبت أو فضضت صحفا

    one says, 'It has woven a silvered coat of mail,'

    and another, 'It has gilded sheets, or silvered them.'

  7. ظلت تزف له الدنيا محاسنها

    وتستعيد له الالطاف والتحفا

    The world kept bringing its beauties to it as brides,

    and calling forth anew favors and gifts for it:

  8. من عارض وكفا أو طائر هتفا

    أو بارق خطفا او سائر وقفا

    from a cloud that poured rain, or a bird that called,

    or lightning that flashed, or a traveler who paused.

  9. ولست أحصى حصى الياقوت فيه ولا

    دراً اصادفه في مائه صدفاً

    And I cannot count the ruby pebbles within it, nor

    the pearls I come upon by chance in its water.

  10. يظن من وقفت فيه الشجون به

    أن الصبابة شابت والهوى خرفا

    Whoever is detained there by longings imagines

    that yearning has turned gray and love grown senile.

  11. تعسف الشوق فيه كل ذي شجن

    والشوق ألطفه ما كان معتسفا

    Longing there has tyrannized every sorrowing soul,

    and longing is gentlest when it is tyrannical.

  12. فاحلل عرى الهم واشربها مشعشعه

    رق النسيم مباراة لها وصفا

    So loose the bonds of care, and drink it mixed with water;

    the breeze grew delicate and pure in rivalry with it.

  13. ماذا يقول لك المداح قد نفدت

    فيك المعاني وبحر اللفظ قد نزفا

    What can the praise-singer say to you? Exhausted

    are the themes of your praise, and the sea of words is drained.

  14. لم تبق لي حيلة إلا الدعاء فإن

    يسمع ظللت عليه الدهر معتكفا

    No recourse is left me but prayer; so if

    it is heard, I shall remain devoted to it for all time.