يا مَن لَهُ مَكرُماتٌ كُلُّها غُرَرٌ

قَد جَرَّ حاشِيَتَي لَألائِهِ السَحَرُ

O you whose glories are all deceptive illusions

Magic has adorned my margins with its glittering hues

وَلِلأَقاحي قِبابٌ كُلُّها ذَهَبٌ

مِن حَولِها شُرُفاتٌ كُلُّها دُرَرُ

And for the meadows are domes all of gold

Around them are balconies all of pearls

فَمَتِّعِ الطَرفَ ما دامَت مُشَيَّدَةً

مِنها بِأَبنِيَةٍ ساحاتُها الخُضَرُ

So feast your eyes while they still stand

With their green courtyards and edifices

مِن قَبلِ تَهدِمُ مِنها الشَمسُ أَحسَنَ ما

أَمسى يُهَندِسُهُ في لَيلَهِ المَطَرُ

Before the sun demolishes the finest of what

The rain sculpted for it during its night