تَضاحَكَ الرَوضُ لَمّا أَن بَكى المَطَرُ

تَضاحَكَ الرَوضُ لَمّا أَن بَكى المَطَرُ

فَلِلرَبيعُ رُبوعٌ زانَها الزَهَرُ

فَلِلرَبيعُ رُبوعٌ زانَها الزَهَرُ

The garden laughed when the rain wept.

The garden smiled when the rain wept

For spring has abodes adorned by flowers.

So for spring there are meadows adorned with flowers

لِلَّهِ نَمنَمَةُ النَمامِ حينَ بَدَت

لِلَّهِ نَمنَمَةُ النَمامِ حينَ بَدَت

وَالوَردُ يُنظَمُ وَالمَنثورُ يَنتَثِرُ

وَالوَردُ يُنظَمُ وَالمَنثورُ يَنتَثِرُ

God be praised for the nammām herb's fine tracery when it appeared,

For God the twittering of the warbler when it began

And roses are strung, while stock-flowers scatter.

And roses are strung and scattered blossoms scattered

فَاِشرَب هَنيئاً عَلى ضَوءِ الهَزارِ ضُحىً

فَاِشرَب هَنيئاً عَلى ضَوءِ الهَزارِ ضُحىً

فَالطَيرُ تُطرِبُ ما لا يُطرِبُ الوَتَرُ

فَالطَيرُ تُطرِبُ ما لا يُطرِبُ الوَتَرُ

So drink with pleasure by the nightingale's light at midmorning,

So drink happily in the light of the crescent at dawn

For birds bring rapture as no string can.

For the birds sing what the strings do not sing

وَبادِرِ الكَأسَ مِنَ بَدرٍ يَطوفُ بِها

وَبادِرِ الكَأسَ مِنَ بَدرٍ يَطوفُ بِها

ظَبيٌ مِنَ الحورِ في أَلحاظِهِ حَوَرُ

ظَبيٌ مِنَ الحورِ في أَلحاظِهِ حَوَرُ

And hasten to take the cup from a full moon who carries it round—

And take the cup from a full moon circulating among them

A gazelle among the houris, his eyes a vivid contrast of black and white.

A gazelle with the glances of a houri in its eyes

فَهَذِهِ الراحُ وَالرَيحانُ يَصحَبُها

فَهَذِهِ الراحُ وَالرَيحانُ يَصحَبُها

وَالنَهرُ وَالزَهرُ وَالقُمرِيُّ وَالقَمَرُ

وَالنَهرُ وَالزَهرُ وَالقُمرِيُّ وَالقَمَرُ

So here is the wine, and sweet basil accompanies it,

For this is comfort and basil accompanying it

And the river, the flowers, the turtledove, and the moon:

And the river and the flowers and the yellow and the moon

مُحاسِنٌ وَجَلالِ اللَهِ ما التَأَمَت

مُحاسِنٌ وَجَلالِ اللَهِ ما التَأَمَت

إِلّا تَصَرَّمَتِ الأَحزانُ وَالفِكَرُ

إِلّا تَصَرَّمَتِ الأَحزانُ وَالفِكَرُ

Beauties that, by God's majesty, never come together

Beauties and the majesty of God - did grief and thought ever cease

Without sorrows and cares coming to an end.

Except that sorrows and thoughts withered away