الغَيمُ بَينَ بُكاً وَبَينَ نَحيبِ

وَالرَوضُ بَينَ سَنىً وَبَينَ لَهيبِ

The clouds weep and wail

The garden wavers between delight and torment

فَاِدخُل بِنا حِجرَ الرِياضِ فَما تَرى

فيما بَناناً لَيسَ بِالمَخضوبِ

Enter with us this sanctuary and you will see

Nothing here but pure white jasmine

ما دامَتِ الأَكياسُ مِن كاساتِنا

مَختومَةً بِحَبابِها المَحبوبِ

As long as our goblets are full

Sealed by seals of sweet wine