يا مَن إذا نظر الزما

ن إليه أَكثرَ عُجبَهُ

O you whose glance,

when time looks upon it, marvels the most,

رحَلَ المصيفُ فلا تَزَل

أبداً تُوَدِّعُ رَكبَهُ

Summer has departed, yet you never cease

to bid its travelers adieu.

وبدا الخَريفُ فحيِّ خا

لصةَ الزمانِ ولُبَّهُ

Autumn has come, so greet the essence

of time and its very heart.

زمنٌ كَخَلقك ناضِرٌ

إن كان خَلقُكَ يُشَبَّه

A time like your creation, blooming,

if your creation can be likened.

رقَّ الهواءُ فما تَرَى

نَفَساً يعالجُ كَربَهُ

The air has softened, yet you see

no soul tending to its worries,

وَصَفا وإن لاحَظتَ أب

عَدَهُ ظننتُكَ قُربَهُ

Serene, and if you notice its horizon,

you'd think it was nearby.

فلو استحالَ مُدامَةً

ما كنتُ أحظُرُ شُربَهُ

If it turned to wine,

I'd never forbid its drinking.

فتهنَّهُ يا فَردَه

وتملَّه يا قُطبَهُ

So enjoy its artistry,

O its quintessence and its axis!