أتنشط للصبوح أبا علي

على حكم المنى ورضى الصديقِ

O Abu Ali, you rise early for the dawn

Are you spirited for the morning draught, O Abu Ali, governed by desire and a friend's consent?

Judging the wishes and pleasing the friend

By a river upon which the wind weaves a coat of mail, gilding it at sunset and at sunrise,

بنهر للرياح عليه درع

تذهب بالغروب وبالشروق

A river for the winds, over it a coat of mail

When the sun turns yellow above it, it pours the essence of saffron perfume upon its waves,

That passes with sunset and sunrise

I stood beside it, where many a tender cheek flirted with me atop a slender stem,

إذا اصفرت عليه الشمس صبت

على أمواجه ماء الخلوق

When the sun yellows over it, it pours

And embers ignited within the branches, until the water was lost in the blaze of the fire,

Over its waves the water of creation

Like dark steeds in an arena of gold dust, for which spheres of carnelian have been fashioned,

وقفت به فكم خد رفيق

يغازلني على قد رشيق

I stood by it, how many a companion

So do you desire the musk-sealed vintage whose scent-pods are broken open, and the sealed nectar?

Coquettes with me, slender of waist

وجمر شب في الاغصان حتى

أضاع الماء في وهج الحريق

And embers of youth in the branches until

The water got lost in the blaze of the fire

فدهم الخيل في ميدان تبر

يصاغ لها كرات من عقيق

So the horses charged in the field of musk

For them beads are strung from carnelian

فهل لك في ختام المسك فضت

نوافجه ومختوم الرحيق

So do you have at the end of musk, silver

Its vials and seal of aromatic wine