1. الراحُ يحسنُ في الصفا مسعاها

    ويطيب في زمن المنَى مسراها

    Wine's course is lovely at al-Safa,

    And its night journey is sweet in the season of wishes.

  2. فانهض بها يا كعبةَ الحسنِ التي

    طافت نفوس أولى الهوى بفناها

    So rise with it, O Kaaba of beauty, in whose

    Courtyard the souls of lovers have circled.

  3. وأرِح بها أرواحِ أربابِ الهوى

    فالراحُ جُل مرامها وهواها

    And soothe with it the spirits of love's devotees,

    For wine is their chief desire and passion.

  4. واجعل مزاج كؤوسها من خمرةٍ

    بين العقيقِ وبارقٍِ مثواها

    And mix its cups with a wine

    Whose dwelling lies between al-Aqiq and Bariq.

  5. أوْ فاسقني خمر الثنايا صرفةً

    إذ ليس لي أرب فُديتَ سواها

    Or give me the wine of your front teeth, unmixed,

    For I desire nothing else—may I be your ransom!

  6. لولاكَ يا ملك الملاح مديرها

    لم تنتعش أرواحنا بلقاها

    Were it not for you, O king of the fair, who serves it,

    Our spirits would not revive on meeting it.

  7. بأبي الذي يمشي فأحسب قدّه

    غصناً تأوّد في الرياضِ وتاها

    My father be his ransom! He walks, and I take his figure for

    A branch that sways in gardens and carries itself proudly.

  8. وإذا الدلالُ ثنى معاطفهُ ترى

    أهل الغرامِ بأسرهم أسْراها

    And when coquetry bends his supple curves, you see

    All lovers, every one, held captive by those curves.

  9. والسحر إما في تكسر لحظه

    إن جال أو في لفظهِ إن فاها

    And enchantment lies either in his glance's languor,

    If it roves, or in his speech if he speaks.

  10. يا ممْرضاً مهجَ الورى بجفونهُ

    إني لأعلم في الشفاهِ شفاها

    O you who sicken humankind's hearts with your eyelids,

    Indeed, I know their cure lies in the lips.

  11. فلكم شببتُ جوى جوانح مغرمِ

    وشفيتُ حرقتهُ ببرد لماها

    For how often have I kindled anguish in a lover's breast,

    And healed his burning with the coolness of those dusky lips.

  12. ياظبي هل من لفتةٍ يا غصنُ هل

    ما عطفةٍ فالنفس زاد ضناها

    O gazelle, is there a glance? O branch, is there

    Any tender inclination? For my soul's wasting has grown.

  13. أو رحمة لمعذب أو رأفة

    لحشاشةَ جمرِ الصدود حشاها

    Or mercy for one tormented, or compassion

    For a frail soul filled by rejection's embers?

  14. أو زورة لشجٍ نأيتَ وقلبهُ

    بسوى التهتكَ فيكَ لم يتلاهَى

    Or a visit to a grieving lover? You have gone far away, and his heart

    Has found no diversion but unrestrained passion for you.

  15. فالنفسُ يعلق بالسرورِ رجاؤها

    أبداً إذا زار الحبيبُ رجاها

    For the soul's hope clings to joy,

    Always, whenever the beloved visits its domain.

  16. وإذا الحيا حيّا بقِيعةِ بقعة

    لبست مطارفَ حسنها وبهاها

    And when rain greets a patch of ground upon a plain,

    It dons the mantles of its beauty and splendor.

  17. أو ما ترى أم القرى إذ أمَّها

    حَبْرُ الورى ابتسمت ثغورُ رباها

    Or do you not see Umm al-Qura? When it was visited by

    The scholar of humankind, the mouths of its hills smiled.

  18. حتى الصفا أبدى الصفا للقائه

    ومِنىً به ابتهجت وتم مُناها

    Even al-Safa displayed serenity on meeting him,

    And Mina rejoiced in him, its wishes fulfilled.

  19. وبطيبةٍ طابت له الأوقات إذ

    بلغ المسرة بانتشاقِ شذاها

    And in Taybah his hours were sweet, when

    He attained delight by breathing in its fragrance.

  20. وقضا لكامن حاجةٍ في نفسهِ

    ولطالما كانت تود قضاها

    And fulfilled a need concealed within his soul,

    Which had long desired its fulfillment.

  21. مولاي دمُ وانعم بزورة أحمد

    واشكر لربك نعمةً أولاها

    My lord, live on, and delight in a visit to Ahmad,

    And thank your Lord for a blessing He bestowed.

  22. وأنعَم بأحسن حجةٍ مبرورً

    قُبلت فيا لله ما أسناها

    And how splendid was the finest, righteous pilgrimage,

    That was accepted—O God, how sublime it is!

  23. فالكعبة ابتهجت ومكة أشرقت

    وسمت معالمُ أرضها وسماها

    For the Kaaba rejoiced and Mecca shone,

    And the landmarks of its earth and its sky rose high.

  24. ولسانَ حال الدهر قال مؤرخاً

    بكَ قد سما البيتَ العتيقِ وباهى

    And Time's unspoken voice declared, recording the date:

    Through you the Ancient House has risen high and gloried.