أبا حَسَنٍ إنَّ وجهَ الرَّبيعِ

جميلٌ يُزانُ بحُسْنِ العُقارِ

Abu Hasan, verily the face of spring

Is beautiful, equal to the beauty of chamomile

فإنَّ الربيعَ نهارُ السُّرو

رِ والرَّاحُ شمسٌ لذاك النَّهارِ

For spring is the daytime of the cypress

And the breeze is the sun of that day

وإنك مَشرِقُها إن أردتَ

وإن لم تُرِد غَرَبتْ في استتارِ

You are its sunrise, if you so wish

And if not, it will set in concealment

فأجْرِ إليَّ بجارِ العُقارِ

فمن فَيْضِ كفَّيْكَ فيضُ الجِرارِ

So bring to me with the neighbor of chamomile

For from the outpouring of your palm is the outpouring of ewers

فقد عَبَّأَ الهَمُّ لي جَيْشَه

وليسَ له غيرُ جيشِ الخُمارِ

Worry has readied its army against me

And it has no other army but the army of wine