زَمَنُ الوَردِ أَظرَفُ الأَزمانِ

وَأَوانُ الرَبيعِ خَيرُ أَوانِ

Rose season is the most gracious of times

And springtime is the best of seasons

أَدرَكَ النَرجِسُ الجَنّي وَفُزنا

مِنهُما بِالخُدودِ وَالأَجفانِ

The narcissus and rose have reached their peak

Giving us their cheeks and eyelids

أَشرَفُ الزَهرِ زارَ في أَشرَفِ الدَه

رِ فَصِل فيهِ أَشرَفَ الإِخوانِ

The finest of flowers bloomed in the finest of valleys

In a season with the finest of friends

وَاِجل شَمسَ العُقارِ في يَدِ بَدرِ ال

حُسنِ يَخدِمُكَ مِنهُما النَيِّرانِ

Serve the sun of fragrance in the hand of the full moon of beauty

With fire from them both serving you

وَأَدِرها عَذراءَ وَاِنتَهِزِ ال

إِمكانَ مِن قبلِ عائِقِ الإِمكانِ

Turn her innocent, and seize the opportunity

Before the chance is lost

في كُؤوسٍ كَأَنَّها زَهَرُ الخَش

خاشِ فيهِ شَقاشِقُ النُعمانِ

In cups that seem like flowers of peony

With anemones inside

وَاِختَدِعها عِندَ البَزالِ بِأَلفا

ظِ المَثاني وَمُطرِباتِ الأَغاني

Beguile her at leisure with sweet nothings

And songs that delight

فَهِيَ أَولى مِنَ العَرائِسِ إِن زُفْ

فَت بِعَزفِ الناياتِ وَالعيدانِ

For she is lovelier than any bride

If she arrives to the tune of flutes and lutes