طيَّبَ داري ليَ الشتاءُ وهلْ

شيءٌ كشيءٍ يُطَيِّبُ الدُّورا

Winter has made my abode pleasant for me

Is there anything like something that makes homes pleasant?

بالصَّحْنِ والسَّطْحِ والمجالِس وال

رواقِ ما إِنْ أَزالُ مسرورا

With the courtyard, roof, sitting area and porch

I have not ceased being delighted

وبالحياضِ التي تتيهُ على

مُحَبَّراتِ الرياضِ تحبيرا

And with the gardens that meander through

The flowerbeds of the meadows blooming

لله يومٌ هناكَ قد ضَرَبَ ال

غيمُ لنا دونَ شَمْسِهِ سُورا

By God, one day the clouds gathered there

Cut off its sun and erected a wall for us

يومٌ مآزيبنا مُعَارِضَةٌ

فيه بأَصواتِها الطَّنابيرا

A day when our troubles competed

With their bugle calls

والسُّحْبُ مشغولةٌ بِبِرْكَتنا

تصوغُ من مائها قواريرا

And the clouds were preoccupied with blessing us

Molded from their water, pitchers

والكأسُ تُجْلَى على يَدَيْ رشأٍ

تكسو عقيقَ المُدامِ بَلُّورا

And the cup was polished in experienced hands

Adorning the wine with crystals

تخالُ أصداغه وَطُرَّتَهَ

مِسْكاً وما تحتَ ذاك كافورا

You'd think its cheeks and edges were musk

And beneath that was camphor

يا طالبَ الرزقِ في الشتاءِ دعِ الر

زقَ إلى الصيفِ يأتِ موفورا

O you who seek provision in winter, leave provision

To come in summer abundantly

هيَ المقاديرُ لستَ تَقْدِرُ أنْ

تَعْدُوَ أَرزاقُكَ المقاديرا

These are the decrees, you cannot will

Your provision to exceed the decrees