للوَردِ حينٌ بِهِ ناهيكَ مِن حينِ
أَحسِن بِهِ حاضِراً بَينَ الرَياحينِ
The rose has a moment of bloom that cannot be denied
Show it beautifully while it lasts between the meadows
وَالوَردُ أَحسَنُ ما حَيَّت بِرَونقِهِ
في مَجلِسِ الراحِ راحاتُ البَساتينِ
And the rose is the most beautiful thing that has blossomed with its splendor
In the garden of comfort, the scents of the orchards
تُهدي إِلى ناظِريهِ مَنظَراً بِهِجاً
مِنهُ تَلوحُ خُدودُ الخُرَّدِ العينِ
It offers its beholder a radiant sight
From it, the cheeks of the lovely-eyed gazelles shine
وَهُنَّ يُذرينَ في يَومِ الوَداعِ عَلى ال
خُدودِ لُؤلُؤ طَلٍّ غَير مَكنونِ
And they scatter on the day of farewell above the
Cheeks pearls of meltingdew that are not hoarded
جادَ الرَبيعُ بِأَنفاسِ العَبيرِ مِنَ ال
وَردِ الجَنِيِّ فَأَهدى مِسكَ دارينِ
Spring has given the fragrances of roses and gifts
The musk of the two abodes from the young rose
قُم فَاِسقِني يا نَديمي مِن مُعتَّقَةٍ
مُدامَةً جُلبَت مِن كَرمِ حَلبونِ
Arise and let me drink, my boon companion, from an aged
Wine brought from the vineyards of Aleppo
ما بَينَ ناي يناغي بِالجُغانَةِ وَال
عودِ الفَصيحِ وَطُنبورٍ وَقانونِ
Between the lamenting flute, the eloquent lute, tambourine and lyre
As the cup circles in the breast of a singing concubine
وَالجَنكُ مُحدَودِباً في صَدرِ غانِيَةٍ
تَسبي العُقولَ بِحُسنِ القَدِّ وَاللينِ
Who captivates minds with her pretty figure and gentleness
By God, my friend is excused for my infatuation
بِاللَهِ يا صاحِ صِح عَنّي بِعاذِلَتي
عَلى المُدامِ وَقُل بَيتي بِقُلبينِ
With wine, say I have two hearts
My friend, I have no sobriety when the season of the young rose appears, not being mad
يا صاحِ ما عِندِيَ الصاحي إِذا زَمَنُ ال
وَردِ الجَنِيِّ تَبَدّى غَيرَ مَجنونِ
I have from the Turks a disposition to be drunk with pleasure
And though he does not make me drink from his cup
بي مِن بَني التُركِ ساقٍ مِن لَواحِظِهِ
سُكري وَإِن لَم يَكُن بِالكَأسِ يَسقيني
His Harut eyes of Babylon, through them
God is blessed, the religion of the religious is denied
هاروتُ بابِله أَجفانُهُ وَبِها
تَبارَكَ اللَهُ يُنفى دينُ ذي الدينِ
The smallest part of his beauty that you see
By it, all beauty is valued as inferior
أَقَلُّ جُزءٍ تَراهُ مِن مَحاسِنِهِ
فيهِ يُقَوَّمُ كُلُّ الحُسنِ بِالدونِ
Glory to Him who created it from His sun an idol
Who else other than Him would not be infatuated?
سُبحانَ مَن صاغَهُ مِن شَمسِهِ صَنَماً
مَن ذا الَّذي هُوَ مِنهُ غَيرُ مَفتونِ
