زَمَن الرَبيع كَنَشأة العُشاقِ

غب التَفَرُّق في نَهار تَلاقي

The springtime is like the birth of lovers,

A time when parting is abhorrent in a day of union.

فَاِنهَض إِلى تِلكَ الرِياض مُبَكِراً

تَبكير ذات الشَجو وَالأَطواقِ

So rise early towards those gardens,

With the dawn of one longing and devoted.

وَاِشرَب عَلى وَرد وَنَرجس أَيكة

صَبغا بِلَون الخَد وَالأَحداقِ

And drink from rose and narcissus goblets,

Dyed in the hue of cheek and gaze.

صَهباء تَلعَب بِالعُقول فَفعلها

فعل الهَوى بِأَلواله المُشتاقِ

A blonde who plays with minds, her deeds,

Are like those of love upon its yearning addicts.