وَمُلهٍ سَأَقضي بِإِطرائِهِ

دُيوناً عَلَيَّ لِآلائِهِ

With an endless rapture I shall requite

The debts to him for his delights,

سَقاني مِن قُربِهِ شَربَةً

فَياطيبَ ما ذُقتُ مِن مائِهِ

Who gave me from his presence to imbibe

A draft, oh, sweet the drink I sipped!

لَهُ كُلُّ لَحنٍ إِذا ما هَمى

كَسى العَيشَ زَهراً بِأَندائِهِ

He hath all melodies that one can crave,

Making existence roseate from his strains.

إِذا الصَوتُ مِنهُ جَرى شَوطُهُ

تَلَقَّها سَمعي بِإِصغائِهِ

When from him music's measure onward sped,

Mine ears took it with listening that never waned.