عَرائِسُ القُضبِ تُجلى

عَلى كَراسي الرَوابي

The dolls reveal themselves

On the chairs of the meadows

وَمَجلِسُ الرَوضِ فيهِ

فَرشٌ مِنَ العَتّابي

And the garden's sitting room

Has carpets of velvet

فَاِنعَم وَلَذَّ بِبَكرٍ

قَد تُوِّجَت بِالحَبابِ

So enjoy a morning

Crowned with bubbles

كَأَنَّما الكَأسُ مِنها

مُحيطَةٌ بِسَرابِ

As if the cup from it

Is filled with mirages