1. Spring revived the earth after its death
And adorned it by pouring rain, its source of life

2. The breeze blew through the gardens when it came
Bearing sweet fragrances in its breaths

3. It swayed the branches and the birds sang
Varied melodies in different tongues

4. The flowers cast off their petals as though
The garden paid its tithe with its treasures

5. The dew bejeweled the land with pearls
Stringing necklaces with its beads

6. The garden emerged wearing basil garlands
With jasmine branches as its robes

7. The morning breeze adorned it, swaying
As if seeking calm in its motions

8. Its nightingales on the branches recite
Sermons of wisdom in their warbling

9. Its streams murmur, their babble now a hymn
Made of the water's melody

10. The sun rose, your beloved's face shining
Dawns of comfort beaming from his features

11. Rise and rouse the cups, the sun has launched
Raids on the army of darkness

12. Celebrate the garden's wedding in its expanse
The wind has reddened the cups’ hands

13. If grief weighs heavily, the wind's breath
Will bring you relief in its sighs

14. The water-bearers circle round, so hasten
To the watering place and head to its time

15. Lovely among gardens when she sways
Bashfully, with a coy tilt

16. When she emerges from her bower and turns
Shyly, like a doe in her glances

17. They blame her veil, but she responds
"Planets shine not outside their halos"

18. It's enough that the moon is named her servant
And the sun is said to be her handmaid

19. I cannot forget the pleasure of her conversation
When she visited, eyes of rivals asleep

20. The sun rises cheerfully radiant
With its light, traits and qualities

21. Were it not for her hair, dawn would shine
Leaving our nights continuing in their states

22. Praise God for those nights that
Surpassed others in delights

23. Where there was joy, youth, charm
Play, heedlessness in their hours

24. I will thank those nights as long as I live
The Judge of judges will count them as virtues

25. My lord, in you Damascus thrived
And your days became gems on its brow

26. The sea of your hands overflows with generosity
Freely, generosity being your habit

27. You never feared to give openly as gifts
It's enough that giving is your nature

28. No fault in him but that his right hand
Gives thousands while that's some of his gifts

29. It's enough pride that the chapter of his glory
Has become praise and laudation in its verses

30. Turn back, brother, to the springs of his munificence
Quenched from its sweet waters and streams

31. His pens vaunt in the inkstand's radiance
Since bearing generosity is of their fruits

32. To the race track of bounty they surged
As if he contained all its meadows

33. O you who revived the noble deeds after
They had waned, and spread wide its life

34. Forgive me, my poetry has declined
I wasted my days in its hours

35. So extend to me a right hand which
When greeted, returns the greetings

36. I reaped its fruits, delighted in
Its flowers, and grazed in its givings

37. And to you take it, with praise, a eulogy
Recited by its preservers and transmitters

38. If it was with the Sheikh of Sheikhs, he would've
Imposed himself to attain its verses

39. Or if the youth Ibn Nabata recited it one day
He would've said "Yes, I am its source"

40. If Ibn Hijja wanted a piece of it
He wouldn't divert from its time in his hearing

41. Were it not for you, it wouldn't have gained renown
Nor would the virtues of beauty been its tools

42. Your star continues to rise in fortune
And reaches the highest celestial degrees

43. It hasn't expressed in rhymed prose the fever's
Throbs of joy, for you are its eloquence