كَم مِن حَديثِ مُعجَبٍ عِندي لَكا

لَو قَد نَبَذتُ بِهِ إِلَيكَ لَسَرَّكا

How many a wondrous tale I have for you,

I possess so many wondrous tales for you,

Had I but sent it forth, it would please you,

Which, were I to share, would surely delight you;

مِمّا يَزيدُ عَلى الإِعادَةِ جِدَّةً

غَضٌّ إِذا خَلَقُ الحَديثِ أَمَلَّكا

More novel than repetition, fresher still,

Tales that only increase in novelty with retelling,

When conversation's art does so compel,

Staying fresh when worn-out conversation bores you.

وَكَأَنَّني بِكَ قَد شُغِفتَ بِحُسنِهِ

فَخَطَطتَهُ حِرصاً عَلَيهِ بِكَفِّكا

And I envision you enraptured by its charm,

I can just see you now, captivated by their beauty,

Tracing it eagerly by your hand's calm,

Writing them down eagerly with your own hand,

تَتَبَّعُ الظُرَفاءُ إِعجاباً بِهِ

حَتّى تُحَدِّثَ مَن تُحِبُّ فَيَضحَكا

Seeking its gems in wonder and delight,

Seeking out the refined to marvel at them,

Relating it to those dear till laughter's height.

So you may tell your beloved, and make him laugh.