باكرْ صباحَ المهرجا

نِ بِقبضِ أرواح الدنانِ

At dawn in Mahrajaan

Take the souls of the lovers in your fist

واسْتَنْطِقِ العُودَ الفصي

حَ عن المثالِثِ والمَثَاني

And make the lyre speak eloquently

Of thirds and eights

ببيان بِدْعةَ إنَّها

في الحذق من بِدَعِ الزَّمانِ

With an exposition of a new style

A novelty of the times

تحكي بحُسْنِ غنائها

تصديقَ جودِكَ للأماني

Tell with the beauty of its singing

The truth of your fulfilling my wishes

وجمالَ وجهِكَ إنَّه

مِنْ كُلِّ مَحْذورٍ أماني

And the beauty of your face, it is

Safe from all dangers, my wishes

يا واحدَ الكرمِ الذي

ما إنْ له في الحسْنِ ثاني

O you whose generosity is unique

With no match in beauty

ما لي جُفِيتُ وما شَغلْ

تُ بِغيْرِ شكركُمُ لساني

Why have I been ungrateful, preoccupied

With anything but thanking you, my tongue?

وجُعِلْتُ مِنْ سَقَطِ الحَمي

رِ وكنْتُ من خَيْلِ الرِّهانِ

And I was made as fallen fruit

Among the horses being wagered

مع أنّني مَكَّنْتُ كفْ

فَكَ خاضِعاً لك من عناني

Even though I gave control

Of my bridle to you in submission

أعزِزْ عليَّ بأنْ أُرى

خِلْواً لديك مِنَ المعَاني

Honor me by letting me see

Emptiness in you of pretense