زُرنَا الفَتَى دُودُ فَالَ المُقتفي الكَرَمَا
فَصَارَ لَمَّا قَرَعنَا الدَّارَ مُبتَسِمَا
The youth visited us, so we welcomed him with smiles,
As he entered the house, wandering around to pick some fruit.
وجَالَ في الدَّارِ حتى اختَارَ فَاكِهَةً
إن ذَاقَ ذُو السُّقمِ مِنهَا تُبرِىءَ السَّقَمَا
If one who is ill tastes it, it would cure all sickness,
Red, rounded by the Creator, illuminated.
حَمرَاءَ دَوَّرَهَا البَارِى ونَوَّرَهَا
تُنسِيكَ طَعمَ عُقَارٍ خَالَطَت شَبما
Its taste makes you forget the bitterness of medicine mixed with poison.
Those who picked it were truthful in their protection,
قَد صَانَهَا قَاطِفُوهَا في حَشَا صَدَقٍ
لَم يَخشَ صَولَةَ صَرفِ الدَّهرِ إِن هَجَمَا
Not fearing the turning of fate's nights, if they come.
Look at the embroidered images, the sides adorned,
حَمِّ التَّصَاوِيرِ مَؤشِىِّ الجوانبِ في
حَافَاتِهِ تَستَبِينُ العربَ والعَجَمَا
On its edges, Arabs and non-Arabs become clear.
It turns to young maidens in it, smiling,
تَرنُو إِلَى فَتَيَاتٍ فيهِ بَاسِمَةٍ
عَن كالأقَاحِى المُسَقَّى الطَّلّ والدِّيمَا
Watered, like rose buds, by the dew and rain.
You can see the sea in it, stormy,
وتَلمَحُ البَحرُ فِيهِ وهوَ مُلتَطِمٌ
مَا كَانَ أحسَنَه ِإن كَانَ مُلتَطَمَا
How beautiful it was, if it was stormy.
Horses prance with the brave, unruly,
والخَيلُ تَمزعُ بالشُّجَعَانِ عَاصِيَةً
جَذبٍ الأَعِنَّةِ مِنهَا تَعلُكُ اللُّجَمَا
Pulling the reins, their bridles jingling.
It brought out the sun for us from under the canopy,
وأبرَزَ الشَّمسَ مِن تَحتِ الخِبَاءِ لَنَا
والأنجُمَ الزُّهرَ في بُرجٍ عَلاَ وسَمَا
And the stars appeared in a constellation that rose and reached the heights.
Its yellow color pleases those who see it, when
مُصفَرِّ لَونٍ يَسُرُّ النَّاظِرِينَ إِذَا
مَا شَمسُهُ بَزَغَت بَينَ النجومِ هَمَى
Its sun rises between the stars it protects.
In a clearly decorated room, in it upholstered furnishings,
في غُرفَةٍ مُستَبَانَاتٍ بِهَا فُرشٌ
مَرفُوعَةٌ مِن سَمَاهَا قَد سَمَا لِسَمَا
Elevated, reaching its sky, however high you take it.
It ascends and descends, no matter how high you are,
تَرقَى وتَسفُلُ مهما كُنتَ عَالِيَهَا
طِبقَ المُنَى وتَذُودَ الأَينَ والسَّامَا
The ultimate bliss, averting harm and difficulties.
The maidens run to us with goblets, displaying
تجري الجواري عَلَينَا بالكُئُوسِ ومَا
يُبدِينَهُ مِن لَمًى قَد هَيَّجَ الألَمَا
A beauty that stirs up pain.
On our sides are varied gardens,
في جَانِبَينَا بَسَاتِينٌ مَنَوَّعَةٌ
تَهتَزُّ رَقصاً لِتَصفِيقِ الصَّبَا نَسَمَا
Swaying in dance at the whispers of the passing breeze.
The branches sing, and the leaves sing, we trembled
غني الغَوَاني وغني الوُرقُ فَاضطَرَبت
أعضَاؤُونَا طَرَباً واستَحَلَتش النَّغَمَا
In rapture, and the melodies became beautiful.
An eye flows from the eye of a maiden,
والعينُ جَارِيَةٌ مِن عَينِ جَارِيَةٍ
تَسقِى بَسَاتِينَ وَردٍ في الخُدُودِ دَمَا
Watering rose gardens on cheeks with blood.
In a sitting we desire what it desires,
في مَجلسٍ يَشتَهِى مَا نَشتَهِيهِ عَلى
أنَّابِهِ قد جَمعَنَا الحِلَّ والحَرَمَا
It gathered us in intimacy and reverence.
Picking bouquets for its picker, as if it
دَاني القُطوفِ لِجَانِيَها كَأنَّ لَهُ
نَذراً بِتَقبِيلِ مَن رَامَ القُطُوفِ فَمَا
Had made a vow to kiss the one who picked the bouquets.
