ما بالُ أَيلولُ يَدعوني وَأَتبَعُهُ

إِلى الصَبوحِ كَأَنّي عَبدُ أَيلولِ

Why does September call me and I follow

To the dawn as if I were September's slave

ما ذاكَ إِلّا لِأَنَّ العَيشَ مُقتَبلٌ

وَاللَيلُ مُلتَحفٌ بِالبَردِ وَالطولِ

That is only because life is facing towards winter

And the night is clothed in cold and length

وَقَد بَدَت طَلَّةٌ شَجواً تُخَبِّرنا

عَن الخَريفِ بِقَصفٍ غَيرِ مَملولِ

And a few complaints have appeared telling us

Of autumn with unfinished harvest

وَلاحَ وَجهُ سهيلٍ فَهوَ جَوهَرَةٌ

حَمراءُ قَد رُكِّبَت في وَسطِ إِكليلِ

The face of Suhail appeared and it is a ruby

Red placed in the middle of a crown