رُضْ يا غُلامُ عَلى الرَّوضِ النَّضِيرِ لَنا

كأْسَ المُدامِ وَدَاوِمْ رَنَّةَ الزِّيرِ

Be glad, O youth, in the blooming meadow with us

A cup of wine, and keep making music with the lute

أَما تَرى النَّرْجِسَ المَيَّاسَ يلحظنا

لِحاظَ ذي جَذَلٍ بِالغَيْثِ مَسْرورِ

Don't you see the narcissus blooming, watching us

With a glance of one emaciated, delighted by rain

كأَنَّ أَحْداقَهُ في حسنِ صُفْرَتِهِ

مَداهِنُ التِّبرِ في أوراقِ كافورِ

As if its pupils in the beauty of its yellow

Are kohl sticks in leaves of camphor

كَأنَّ طَلَّ النَّدى فيهِ لِمُبصِرِه

دمعٌ تَحَيَّرَ في أَجْفانِ مَهْجُورِ

As if the dew dripping on it for its seer

Is tears bewildered on abandoned eyelids