زَمَن الرَبيع مطية الأَفراح

زَمَن الرَبيع مطية الأَفراح

وَمعدل الأَرواح في الأَشباح

وَمعدل الأَرواح في الأَشباح

Springtime is the mount of joys,

Springtime is the steed of joys

and brings balance to souls within bodies.

And the restorer of souls in specters

زَمَن بِهِ لَولا اِشتِباك فَواقع

زَمَن بِهِ لَولا اِشتِباك فَواقع

طارَت حُميانا مِن الأَقداح

طارَت حُميانا مِن الأَقداح

A time in which, were it not for interlocking bubbles,

A time when, were it not for the clash with reality

our heady wine would fly from the goblets.

Daydreams would have flown from cups