سفرت بِوَجه نير براق

فَسرت مَحاسنها عَلى الآفاق

With a radiant, glowing face she traveled,

Spreading her beauty over the horizons.

وَعلت عَلى شَرف الجَمال وَإنها

وَلعت بفت مَرائر العُشاق

She rose to the pinnacle of perfection, and she

Kindled the passions of all the lovers.

حرست محاسنها الجُفون لأَنَّها

سَحرت بسحر حل في الآماقِ

Her charms were guarded by her eyelids, for

She had enchanted with a spell piercing the depths.

وَقرت بِقُرآن الجَمال تَنزها

وَرقت مَراتبه عَلى الإطلاق

She recited the Koran of beauty virtuously,

And its verses flowed smoothly and openly.

رقت لَيالي وَصلها فلأجل ذا

قَرت عُيون المغرم المُشتاق

Her nights of union were gentle, so for that

The eyes of the impassioned lover were serene.

راحَت إِلي إِلى الصَباح وَمُقلَتي

حارَت بِذاك الجيد وَالأحداق

She came to me at dawn while my eyes

Were confused by that neck and those glances.

منت علي وَادمعي لفراقها

نمت بِسَيل مغدق مهراق

I slept, shedding tears for her absence,

While I slumbered in a flood, copious and pouring.

حسن تشكل صورة بشرية

سُبحان ذاكَ الباري الخَلاق

What a lovely human form took shape!

Glory to that Creator, the Maker!

وَلَقَد شربت مدامة قَد عتقت

مِن رائِعات في الجَمال عتاق

And I had drunk a wine aged

To perfection in beauty and purity.

هِي راحة للشاربين وَنزهة

للناظِرين وَطلسم للراقي

It is a delight for the drinkers, a pleasure

For the beholders, a spell for the infatuated.

خمر سقانيها النَديم عَلى الصبا

وَلَقَد صَبرت فهاتها يا ساقي

The cupbearer had poured me this wine at dawn,

And I was patient - bring it here, cupbearer!

ياقوتة شجت بِماء فَالتَوى

في جيدها طَوق مِن الأَطواق

A ruby that was formed in the water

And coiled itself in necklaces around her neck.

وَرقى عَلى الراووق در حبابها

فانظر قِيام الدر في الدرياق

And it surpassed the wine even in its bubbles,

So behold the superiority of jewels in necklaces.

قُم وَاسقنيها فالزَمان موافق

وزمانه في قبضة العشاق

Arise and serve it to me, for the time is propitious

And its hour is in the hands of the lovers.

وانهض فقد رفع الزمان عموده

وَرقى الهزار منبر الأَوراق

Arise, for time has raised its pillars,

And the thousands have mounted the pulpits of leaves.

وَالطل يَقطر ماؤه فكَأنه

كف ابن عيسى حالة الإِنفاق

Dew drips its water as if it were

The hand of Jesus in generosity.

مَولاي عَبد اللَه ذي الجود الَّذي

مدت إِلَيهِ سائر الأَعناق

My lord Abdallah, so generous

That all necks are outstretched toward him,

غيث أَغاث المؤمنين سَحابه

وَسَقيطه قَد فاقَ في الآفاق

A cloud that brought rain to revive the faithful,

And whose pouring was abundant in the horizon,

بَحر مِن الجَدوى إِذا لاقيته

لاقاكَ بالألطاف وَالارفاق

A sea of generosity - if you meet with him,

You meet with kindnesses and favors,

وَإِذا أَقَمت بِداره قامَت بِكَ ال

أَفراح مِن نور وَمِن إِشراق

And if you stay in his house, then happiness

Rises over you from light and radiance.

هُوَ منهل للطارقين وَمَورد

للوافدين وَرَحمة للباقي

He is a spring for the thirsty, a watering place

For the newcomer, and mercy for all creatures.

نشرت عَلى الأَضياف مِن ألطافه

تحف النَوال وَكل بر راقي

The gifts of his hospitality spread

Precious gifts and every sublime boon.

مِن مَعشر لا يَكرهون نَزيلهم

مُذ حَل فيهم خشية الإملاق

A band who dislike no guest of theirs

Since reverence for duty lodged in them.

أَنواء جود يَرفعون بيوتهم

للضيف عَن عَمد لَها ورواق

Generous, they raise their houses

For the guest, with pillars and porch.

لا يَسألون عَن السواد إِذا أَتى

وَالغَير مِنهُ بِغاية الإشفاق

They ask no questions about anyone who comes,

And show the utmost compassion for the stranger.

يا سَيداً مِن سادة يَمنية

لَم يَعرفوا الزورا وَباب الطلق

O lord of the lords of Yemen,

Who know no falsehood or divorce,

مِن حمير الأقيال من هام العلى

وَالمَجد وَالإعطاء وَالإنفاق

Of the deep-thinking judges, the high-minded,

The generous, the open-handed,

فلك الوراثة كابِراً عَن كابر

وَلَكَ الدَوام مِن الإِله الباقي

For you is the inheritance, generation after generation,

And yours is the eternity from the Eternal God.