للهِ وافرُ كمثرى ذَكرتُ به

ما كنتُ أَعْهَد في أيامىَ الأُوَلِ

Abundant praise to God, as I recalled Him

As I had never known in my early days

لم أُدْنِه لفمي إلا وأَوْهَمه

من النهودِ لذيذَ العَضِّ بالقُبَل

I brought it not to my mouth but deceived it

With sweetest kisses from supple lips

قد ذقتُ من طعمه ما كادَ يَبْلُغ بي

ما ذقتُ من رَشْفِ محبوبٍ على وَجَل

I tasted of its flavor what nearly reached me

To what I tasted from a beloved's sipping in trepidation

يحكى قَواريرَ ماءِ الوردِ خالطَه

فيها من الزعفرانِ المسك بالعسل

It tells the tale of rosewater mixed with

Saffron, musk and honey

أَكْرِمْ بزَوْرَته لو أنها اتصلتْ

وأنه كان فيها غيرَ منفصل

Honor its visit, if only it had lasted

And that it was in it undivided

لو كنتُ أملك حكمَ الأرض ما حَمَلتْ

نَبتا سواه على سهل ولا جبل

If I owned the earth I would not have borne

A plant other than it, on plain or hill