رَعى اللَهُ دَهراً رَطيب الجَنا

وَصَفو المَشارع لِلشارِبِ

For an age God tended my fair garden,

And the streets were perfumed for the drinker,

وَعَصراً بِهِ كُنت غَض الشَبا

ب وَحَبلبي مُلقى غَلى غارِبي

And that age when I was fresh youth,

My love tossed in me and knotted on my ribs.

أَجُرُ ذُيولي في غِبطة

وَأَخلس عَيشي بِلا حاجب

I dragged my skirts in happiness,

And furtively enjoyed my life unveiled.