يا أَخا الريم في النَفار وَكالغُص

ن قَواماً عَطفاً عَلى عُشاقك

O friend of gazelles in the meadows, graceful as a bending branch,

Leaning upon your lovers,

إِن أَقداحك الَّتي تَرَكتَني

غَير صاح تُدار مِن أَحداقك

Your cups that you left with me,

Passed hand to hand, brimming from your eyelids,

خَلق اللَه مِن خَليقتك البد

ر وَطيب الرِياض مِن أَخلاقك

God created your perfect nature,

And the fragrance of gardens from your character.