1. يا طِيْبَ يَومِ خَلاَعَةٍ وَبَطالَةٍ

    قَصَّرْتُهِ بِتَمَتُّعْ وَلَذَاذَةِ

    How sweet a day of wanton abandon and idleness,

    which I shortened with enjoyment and delight,

  2. فِي رَوْضَةٍ جُلِيَتْ عَلَى أَبْصارِنَا

    فيما اكْتَسَتْهُ من الحُلِيِّ النّابِتِ

    in a garden unveiled before our eyes

    in the growing jewels it had donned.

  3. والغيثُ يَبْكي في خِلالِ نَبَاتِها

    والبَرْقُ يَضْحَكُ منه ضِحْكَ الشّامِتِ

    And the rain weeps amid its plants,

    and the lightning laughs at it with a gloater's laugh.

  4. والورْدُ كالوَجَنَاتِ والأنْفَاسِ مِنْ

    ظِبْيٍ غَرِيرٍ عنْد صبٍّ بائِتِ

    And the roses are like the cheeks and breath of

    an innocent gazelle beside a lovesick lover spending the night.

  5. وتَعلُّقُ الأُتْرُجُّ في أغْصانِهِ

    مِثْلَ النُّهودِ قد اتَّكَتْ أَوْ كَادَتِ

    And citrons hang upon their branches,

    like breasts that leaned—or nearly did.

  6. وتجاوَبَتْ نَغَمُ الحمائِمُ بالضُّحَى

    يَسْجَعْنَ بَيْنَ بَلاَبلٍ وَفَواخِتِ

    And the doves' melodies answered one another at midmorning,

    cooing among nightingales and ringdoves.

  7. يَومٌ حَمَدْتُ بِهِ الزّمان وحُكِّمَتْ

    فيه الشّمُولُ من العُقُولِ فَجَارَتِ

    A day for which I praised Time, and judgment was entrusted

    therein to wine by reason—and it ruled unjustly.