أَرْسِلْ جِيَادَ النَّظَرِ

وَاعْتَبِرِ

Send forth the steeds of insight

Unleash the steeds of your gaze,

And learn

And reflect,

وَاشْرَبْ طُِلاَ السُّلْوَانْ

وَذُدْ شُرُودَ الْغِيَرِ

And drink the hanging of Solomon

And drink the wine of solace,

And repel the estrangements of others

And ward off the straying shifts of fate,

وَلْتَشْكُرِ

مَنْ طََّرزَ الْبُسْتَانْ

And let gratitude

And give thanks

Adorn the one who decorated the garden

To Him who embroidered the garden,

جَلاَّهُ غِبَّ الْمَطَرِ

بِالزَّهْرِ

Its beauty exposed by the rain

Revealing it after the rain

With flowers

With blossoms,

مُكَلَّلَ التِّيجَانْ

وَطَائِرُ الْبِشْرِ صَدَحْ

Wreathed in garlands

Crowned with diadems.

And the bird of good news trilled

And the bird of gladness sang out,

لأَِنْ قَدَحْ

زَنْدَ الْمُنَى السَّعْدُ

For the happiness has sparked

Because it sparked

The fire of joy early

The flint of hopes—good fortune.

بَاكِرْ مَعَاهِدَ الْفَرَحْ

فَقَدْ شَرَحْ

So it unfolded

Visit early the abodes of joy,

Its beauty, the rose

For it has unveiled

جَمَالَهَا الْوَرْدُ

وَاعْتَنَقَتْ هِيَفُ الْغُصُونْ

And the branches embraced

Their beauty—the rose!

Scattering

And the slender branches embraced,

يَسْتَنْثِرُونْ

جَوَاهِرَ الأَطْوَاقْ

Jewels of necklaces

Scattering

As if they are pampered

The jewels of their necklaces,

كَأَنَّهُمْ مُدَلَّهُونْ

مُتَيَّمُونْ

And passionate

As though they were infatuated lovers,

Arrows of longing pierced them

Enthralled by passion,

سَمَتْ لَهُمْ أَشْوَاقْ

وَلِلْبَنَفْسَجِ عُيُونْ

And the violet's eyes

Whose longings have soared high.

Never sleep

And the violet has eyes

لاَ يَنْعَسُونْ

تَبْكِي مِنَ الإِيرَاقْ

Weeping from dripping

That never slumber,

And the tender narcissus breathed

Weeping from sleeplessness.

وَالنَّرْجِسُ الْغَضُّ نَفَحْ

لَمَّا اصْطَبَحْ

When it woke

And the fresh narcissus exhaled its fragrance,

From its blooming, a lover

When it drank the morning draught,

مِنْ نَشْرِهِ نَدُّ

فَارْكُضْ سَوَابِقَ الْفَرَحْ

So race the steeds of joy

Yielding a scent of ambergris.

For it has wounded

So spur on the swift steeds of joy,

فَقَدْ جَرَحْ

خُدُودَهُ الْوَرْدُ

His cheeks, the rose

For it has wounded

And the gardens of the anemone buzzed

Its cheeks—the rose!

وَزَانَ وَجْنَاتِ الشَّقِيقْ

نَدىً رَقِيقْ

With tender dew

And adorning the cheeks of the anemone

Its drink exhilarates

Is a delicate dew,

رُوَاؤُهُ يَبْهَرْ

كَأَنَّمَا عَلَى الْعَقِيقْ

As if on carnelian

Whose brilliance dazzles,

A refined pearl

As if upon carnelian

دُرٌّ أَنِيقْ

مِنْ أَنْفَسِ الْجَوْهَرْ

Of the finest jewels

Were elegant pearls

Or a tear from one who embraced his lover

Of the most precious gems,

أَوْ دَمْعُ مَنْ ضَمَّ الْعَشِيقْ

يَشْكُو الْحَرِيقْ

Complaining of burning

Or the tears of one holding the beloved,

With his red cheek

Complaining of the burning fire

بِِخَدِّهِ الأَحْمَرْ

يَسْلُو بِهِ مَنِ انْتَزَحْ

Comforting those who recoiled

Upon his red cheek.

From playfulness

Finding solace in it is the one departed

مِنَ الْمَرَحْ

مَنْ لِلنَّوَى مَدُّ

Respond to the caller of joy

From joy,

For it has wounded

The one whose separation is prolonged.

لَبِّ مُنَادِي الْفَرَحْ

فَقَدْ جَرَحْ

His cheeks, the rose

Answer the herald of joy,

For it has wounded

خُدُودَهُ الْوَرْدُ

Its cheeks—the rose!