1. Wind along the rugged slope of the sandy hill,
Between Euphrates and the bank of al-Kawthar.

2. Let us share there a golden coffee,
From my palm the cups overflow.

3. In the evening, how I would wait for its time,
The days allowed it after hindrance.

4. Through it we attained our hopes in a garden,
Whose breeze gives delight to its inhabitant.

5. And time in regret made its opinion foolish,
Regarding what passed of it without discontent.

6. The leaves chant and the boughs bend,
While the sun frolics in a yellow shirt.

7. The garden amid the gilded and the brocaded,
The flowers amid the gilt and the embroidered.

8. The inscribed, abundant river,
With bouquets of its flowers and yellow blossoms.

9. As if it - and the green of its bank -
A sword unsheathed over a green rug.

10. As if that foam of it,
Is pearls, however much it stirs on its surface.

11. As if its sides adorned,
With myrtle and eglantine, a rosy cheek.

12. A river the beauty of which impassions whoever is not impassioned,
And inspires poetry in whoever is uninspired.

13. The face of the sun at its setting did not yellow,
Except for parting from the beauty of that scene.