بادِرْ فإنّ الصِّبا جِنَانُ

وللصِّبا أوجُهٌ حِسانُ

Hurry, for youth is an orchard

Of beautiful, blossoming trees,

وللصَّبا في الرُّبا نِسيمٌ

كأنّه عنبرٌ وبانُ

And youth has a gentle breeze

Sweet as ambergris.

وبيننا جدوَلٌ لِطيفٌ

كأنّ أمواجَه جُمان

Between us flows a slender stream

Whose little waves seem pearls.

ما قال عبدُ الإله حَقّاً

إلاّ مَقالاً هو البَيانُ

What servant of God has said

More truth than words can tell?

بادِرْ فإنّ الزمان غِرٌّ

من قِبِل أنْ يَفْطِن الزّمان

Hurry, for time is a haughty king

Who will not wait for the wise to heed him.