باكِرِ الراحَ في أَوانِ البُكورِ

في زَمانِ الشَقيقِ وَالمَنثورِ

Ride at dawn in the time of early morn

In the season of chamomile and scattered pearls

وَاِركَبِ الإِنخِلاعَ إِن كُنتَ مِمَّن

يَشتَهي السَيرَ في طَريقِ السُرورِ

And mount the camel-litter if you are one

Who desires to journey on the path of joy

فَكَأَنَّ الرُبى مَساوَرُ وَشيٍ

وَكَأَنَّ الرِياضَ بُسطُ حَريرِ

It is as though the meadows are the wrists of a beloved

And as though the gardens are swathes of silk