سَقَى اللهُ أيَّامَ الصَّبَابَةِ وَالهَوَى

وَعًصرَ الشّبابِ الغَضِّ أكرِم بِهِ عَصرَا

God watered the days of my youth and passion,

And the prime of my blossoming green age; may He bless a time!

سَحَاباً يدِرّ المَاءَ في مَحلِ رَوضِهَا

وَيُنبِتُ فِي أَغصَانِهَا الوَرَقَ الخُضرَا

A cloud that pours water in the place of its meadow,

And makes its branches grow green leaves.

وَجَادَ أَصِيلاً بالقصيبَة لَم يُضَف

إِلَى حُسنِهِ عَيبٌ سِوَى أنَّهُ مَرّا

It yielded copiously, that beauty without blemish added

Except that it was bitter.

إِذِ الشَّمسُ تَحكِينِي وَتَحكِي مُعَذِّبي

بِما احمَرَّ مِنهَا لِلغُرُوبِ وَمَا اصفَرّا

When the sun reproaches me and reproaches my tormentor

With what turned red from it at sunset and what turned yellow.

وراحَةُ مَن أهوَى وبَارِقُ ثَغرِهِ

وَلَحظَتُهُ الوَطفَاءُ تَمزِج لِي خَمرَا

The solace of the one I love, the gleam of his smile,

And his dewy glance blends intoxicating wine for me.

فَقَامَت بِهِ حَولِي سقاةٌ كَثِيرَةٌ

مُنَى كُلِّ ساقٍ أن أمِيدَ لَهُ سُكرَا

Many cupbearers arose around me,

The wish of every pourer to extend intoxication to me.

فَلَم أدرِ مِمَّا كنت أُسقَى هَل الهَوَى

شَرِبتُ أمِ الصَّهبَاءَ صِرفاً أمِ السِّحرَا

I know not whether from that which I was given to drink, was it passion

That I drank or was it pure magic or sorcery.

سلامٌ عَلَى ذَاكَ الأَصِيلِ وَطِيبِهِ

يُرَدَّدُ مَا مَرَّ الأصِيلُ وَمَا مَرَّا

Greetings to that beauty and its goodness,

Repeated is the beauty and what was repeated.