رُضْ يا غُلامُ عَلى الرَّوضِ النَّضِيرِ لَنا

رُضْ يا غُلامُ عَلى الرَّوضِ النَّضِيرِ لَنا

كأْسَ المُدامِ وَدَاوِمْ رَنَّةَ الزِّيرِ

كأْسَ المُدامِ وَدَاوِمْ رَنَّةَ الزِّيرِ

Mix for us, lad, in the verdant garden,

Be glad, O youth, in the blooming meadow with us

a cup of wine, and keep the lute’s treble string ringing.

A cup of wine, and keep making music with the lute

أَما تَرى النَّرْجِسَ المَيَّاسَ يلحظنا

أَما تَرى النَّرْجِسَ المَيَّاسَ يلحظنا

لِحاظَ ذي جَذَلٍ بِالغَيْثِ مَسْرورِ

لِحاظَ ذي جَذَلٍ بِالغَيْثِ مَسْرورِ

Do you not see the swaying narcissus looking at us

Don't you see the narcissus blooming, watching us

with the gaze of one full of joy, delighted by the rain?

With a glance of one emaciated, delighted by rain

كأَنَّ أَحْداقَهُ في حسنِ صُفْرَتِهِ

كأَنَّ أَحْداقَهُ في حسنِ صُفْرَتِهِ

مَداهِنُ التِّبرِ في أوراقِ كافورِ

مَداهِنُ التِّبرِ في أوراقِ كافورِ

As though its eyes, in the beauty of its yellow hue,

As if its pupils in the beauty of its yellow

were ointment cups of gold amid petals of camphor.

Are kohl sticks in leaves of camphor

كَأنَّ طَلَّ النَّدى فيهِ لِمُبصِرِه

كَأنَّ طَلَّ النَّدى فيهِ لِمُبصِرِه

دمعٌ تَحَيَّرَ في أَجْفانِ مَهْجُورِ

دمعٌ تَحَيَّرَ في أَجْفانِ مَهْجُورِ

As though the fine dew upon it, to its beholder,

As if the dew dripping on it for its seer

were tears lingering, bewildered, in the eyelids of one forsaken.

Is tears bewildered on abandoned eyelids