اِخلَع عَلى العَينِ حُلَّةَ الطَرَبِ

وَطَرِّزِ الإِقتِراحَ بِالنُخَبِ

Remove the veil of joy from the eye

And adorn the proposal with the elite

وَاِجلُ الَّتي في الوَرى أَحَدٌ

يَدفَعُها عَن أُبُوَّةِ العِنَبِ

And hasten what in the land someone

Repels from the fatherhood of the grapes

فَالطَلُّ فَوقَ البِهارِ مُنتَثِرٌ

كَأَنَّهُ فِضَّةٌ عَلى ذَهَبِ

So the dew above the flowers scattered

As if it were silver on gold