مَضى أَيلولُ وَاِرتَفَعَ الحَرورُ

وَأَخبَت نارَها الشِعرى العَبورُ

September has passed, and the scorching heat has lifted,

And Sirius, the crossing star, has dimmed its fire.

فَقوما فَاِلقَحا خَمراً بِماءٍ

فَإِنَّ نِتاجَ بَينِهِما السُرورُ

So rise and impregnate the wine with water,

For the offspring born of their union is joy.

نِتاجٌ لا تَدُرُّ عَلَيهِ أُمٌّ

بِحَملٍ لا تُعَدُّ لَهُ الشُهورُ

A birth for which no mother offers milk,

From a gestation where months are not counted.

إِذا الطاساتُ كَرَّتها عَلَينا

تَكَوَّنَ بَينَنا فَلَكٌ يَدورُ

When the goblets repeat their rounds among us,

A revolving firmament forms in our midst.

تَسيرُ نُجومُهُ عَجَلاً وَرَيثاً

مُشَرِّقَةً وَتاراتٍ تَغورُ

Its stars travel, now rushing, now loitering,

Shining from the east, and at times setting.

إِذا لَم يُجرِهِنَّ القُطبُ مِتنا

وَفي دَوراتِهِنَّ لَنا نُشورُ

If the Pole Star does not set them in motion, we perish,

And in their rotations lies our resurrection.

رَأَيتُ الفَضلَ يَأتي كُلَّ فَضلٍ

فَقَلَّ لَهُ المُشاكِلُ وَالنَظيرُ

I saw Al-Fadl achieving every excellence,

So that his likeness and peer became rare.

وَما اِستَغلى أَبو العَبّاسِ مَدحاً

وَلَم يَكثُر عَلَيهِ لَهُ كَثيرُ

Abu al-Abbas never deemed praise too costly,

Nor was any abundance too much for him to give.

وَلَم تَكُ نَفسُهُ نَفسَينِ فيهِ

لِيَفصِلَ بَينَ رَأيَيهِ مُشيرُ

His soul was never divided within him,

That a counselor might judge between his views.

تَقَبَّلتُ الرَبيعَ نَدىً وَبَأساً

وَحَزماً حينَ تَحزِبُني الأُمورُ

I welcomed the Spring in generosity and valor,

And in resolve when grave matters befall me.