1. The youth visited us, so we welcomed him with smiles,
As he entered the house, wandering around to pick some fruit.

2. If one who is ill tastes it, it would cure all sickness,
Red, rounded by the Creator, illuminated.

3. Its taste makes you forget the bitterness of medicine mixed with poison.
Those who picked it were truthful in their protection,

4. Not fearing the turning of fate's nights, if they come.
Look at the embroidered images, the sides adorned,

5. On its edges, Arabs and non-Arabs become clear.
It turns to young maidens in it, smiling,

6. Watered, like rose buds, by the dew and rain.
You can see the sea in it, stormy,

7. How beautiful it was, if it was stormy.
Horses prance with the brave, unruly,

8. Pulling the reins, their bridles jingling.
It brought out the sun for us from under the canopy,

9. And the stars appeared in a constellation that rose and reached the heights.
Its yellow color pleases those who see it, when

10. Its sun rises between the stars it protects.
In a clearly decorated room, in it upholstered furnishings,

11. Elevated, reaching its sky, however high you take it.
It ascends and descends, no matter how high you are,

12. The ultimate bliss, averting harm and difficulties.
The maidens run to us with goblets, displaying

13. A beauty that stirs up pain.
On our sides are varied gardens,

14. Swaying in dance at the whispers of the passing breeze.
The branches sing, and the leaves sing, we trembled

15. In rapture, and the melodies became beautiful.
An eye flows from the eye of a maiden,

16. Watering rose gardens on cheeks with blood.
In a sitting we desire what it desires,

17. It gathered us in intimacy and reverence.
Picking bouquets for its picker, as if it

18. Had made a vow to kiss the one who picked the bouquets.