فَصْلُ الْمُنَى أَقْبَلْ

يُفَرِّجُ الأَحْزَانْ

The season of hopes has arrived

Relieving all sorrows

فَانْهَضْ بِنَا وَاعْجَلْ

لِدَوْحَةِ الْبُسْتَانْ

So rise with us and hasten

To the garden's great canopy

قُمْ فَاسْقِ يَا خَمَّارْ

وَاتْرَعْ كُؤُوسَ الرَّاحْ

Arise and pour, O tavern-keeper

And fill the cups of wine to the brim

صَهْبَا كَلَوْنِ النَّارْ

تُنَفِّرُ الأَتْرَاحْ

A reddish wine like the color of fire

That drives away all grief

أَمَا تَرَى النُّوَّارْ

قَدْ دَبَّجَ الأَدْوَاحْ

Do you not see the blossoms

Have embroidered the great trees

وَالطَّيْرُ قَدْ وَلْوَلْ

فَأَطْرَبَ الأَغْصَانْ

And the birds have sung their trills

Enrapturing the branches

وَالْوَرْدُ قَدْ أَخْجَلْ

شَقَائِقَ النُّعْمَانْ

And the rose has put to shame

The red anemones

وَالزَّهْرُ قَدْ نَضَّدْ

عَمَا ئِمَ الأَ شْجَارْ

And the flowers have arranged

The turbans of the trees

وَالنَّوْرُ قَدْ عَرْبَدْ

بِخَمْرَةِ الأَنْهَارْ

And the blossoms revelled drunkenly

With the wine of the rivers

فَهَذَا كَالْعَسْجَدْ

وَذَاكَ كَالْبُلاَّرْ

For this one is like gold

And that one is like crystal

مِنْ أَصْفَرٍ مُعْتَلّْ

وَأَبْيَضٍ فَتَّانْ

Of a pale, languishing yellow

And a captivating white

وَأَحْمَرٍ مُخْضَلّْْ

وَأَخْضَرٍ فَيْنَانْ

And a dewy red

And a lush, leafy green