وَبَديعِ الحُسنِ قَد فا

قَ الرَشا حُسناً وَلينا

With beauty so fair, it has surpassed

And a marvel of beauty who has far

The dew's beauty, and made it smooth

Outstripped the young gazelle in grace and softness.

تَحسَبُ الوَردَ بِخَدَّي

هِ يُناغي الياسَمينا

You'd think his cheeks were roses

You would deem the roses in his cheeks

Rivaling the jasmine's scent

Were whispering secrets to the jasmine.

كُلَّما اِزدَدتُ إِلَيهِ

نَظَراً زِدتُ جُنونا

The more I look upon him

The more I fixed my gaze upon his face,

The madder I become

The more I grew in madness and desire.

ظَلَّ يَسقينا مُداماً

حَلَّتِ الخِدرَ سِنينا

He kept pouring us wine

He kept on pouring us a vintage wine

For years on end

That stayed secluded, veiled for many years.

وَتَغَنَّينا بِحِذقٍ

يا دِيارَ الظاعِنينا

And we sang with skill

And we began to sing with skillful art:

Oh home of the yearning

"O dwelling places of the ones who left!

فَاِسقِنا حَتّى أَوانِ ال

حَجِّ لا تَسقِ الضَنينا

Quench our thirst until the time of Pilgrimage

So pour for us until the season of

Do not deprive the thirsty

The Pilgrimage; serve not the stingy one."