الْعَيْشُ رَاحٌ يُعاطِيها بِرَاحَتِهِ

مَنَعَّمٌ يَقْتَضِي عِشْقاً بِلَحْظَتِهِ

Life is but a fleeting comfort enjoyed at leisure

By the carefree whose love a glance ignites

كَأنَّمَا لَوْنُها مِنْ لَوْنِ وَجْنَتِهِ

وَطَعْمُ رِيقَتهَا مِنْ طَعْمِ رِيقَتِهِ

Her cheek's blush as though from the hue of his garden

The sweetness of her mouth from the taste of his lips

إِنْ أَمْكَنَ الدَّهْرُ مِنْ عَيْشٍ بِشَهْوَتِهِ

فَأَنْعَمْ بِغَفْلَتِهِ مِنْ قَبْلِ فِطْنَتِهِ

If fate grants life its desires for but a moment

Revel carefree in the heart’s passions, before the mind’s wisdom arrives