يا حسن دير سعيد إذ مررت به

والأرض بالزهر في وشى وديباح

O Hasan, pass by happy Sa'id,

Where the land is adorned with flowers and plants.

فما ترى غصنا إلا وزهرته

تجلوه في جبة منها ودواج

You will not see a branch without blossoms

Beautifying it like a robe with trimming.

وللنسيم على الغدران رفرفة

يزورها فتلقاه بأمواج

And the breeze has a fluttering

Over the hills, which welcome it with waves.

وقولتي والتفاتي عند منصرفي

والشوق يزعج قلبي أيّ إزعاج

My words and glances when I turned away,

And yearning troubles my heart, what trouble!

يا دير يا ليشت داري في فنائك ذا

أوليت أنك لي في درب دراج

O monastery, if only my house were in your courtyard

I would think you brought me along the monk's path

ولست أنسى نديمي وسط هيكله

حتى الصباح غزالا طرفه ساجي

I will not forget my friend inside its temple

Until dawn, whose eyelids are sleepy.

أسف كاساتها طاب الزمان ضحا

حقا وألثم عيني لعبة العاج

The wine glasses were pure, and time was good

Truly, and my eyes played with ivory.