كُنْ عَاذِلِي أَوْ لاَ

فَالنَّشْرُ فَاحْ

Reproach me or do not,

For the fragrance has spread

مِنَ الأَقَاحْ

فَنَشْوَتِي أَوْلَى

From the chamomile;

And my ecstasy is more fitting

مِنْ لَحْيٍ لاَحْ

بَيْنَ الْبِطَاحْ

Than any blame that surfaces

Across the wide plains.

دَرَاهِمُ النَّوْرِ

وَشَّتْ بُرُودْ

The silver coins of blossoms

Have embroidered the robes

خُضْرِ النُّجُودْ

وَنَفْحَةُ الْخَِيْرِي

Of the green highlands,

And the wallflower's breeze

جَاءَتْ تَقُودْ

سَعْدَ السُّعُودْ

Has come leading

The greatest of fortunes.

وَنَغْمَةُ الطَّيْرِ

أَنْسَتْكَ عُودْ

And the bird's melody

Makes you forget the lute

غَيْدَاءَ رُودْ

حَادِي الْمُنَى أَمْلَى

Of a tender, swaying maiden.

The driver of hopes has chanted

آيَ انْشِرَاحْ

ذَاتَ اتِّضَاحْ

Verses of joy,

Brilliantly clear.

لِلَّهِ مَا أَحْلَى

نَشْرَ الأَقَاحْ

By God, how sweet is

The fragrance of the chamomile

مَعَ الصَّبَاحْ

مَا أَبْدَعَ الْبُسْتَانْ

In the morning light.

How wondrous is the garden,

قَدِ اكْتُسِي بِالسُّنْدُسِ

مُكَلَّلَ الأَفْنَانْ

Clothed in fine silk brocade,

Its branches crowned

فِي عُرُسِ بِالنَّرْجِسِ

فَطَيْرُهُ النَّشْوَانْ

In a wedding of narcissus.

And its intoxicated bird

لاَ يَأْتَسِي بِمَنْ نُسِي

فَاطْرَبْ بِهِ كَيْ لاَ

Does not mourn the forgotten.

So delight in it, lest you

تُرْضِي اللُّوَاحْ

فَهْوَ النَّجَاحْ

Satisfy the blamers,

For this is true triumph.

وَلاَ تُطِعْ نَذْلاَ

يَرَى الْجُنَاحْ

And do not obey a wretched soul

Who sees a sin

فِي الاِرْتِيَاحْ

In finding joy.