لِلهِ يَوْمٌ سَقانا اللَّهْوُ وَالْمَطَرُ

بِهِ وَأُحْمِدَ مِنّا الْوِرْدُ وَالصَّدَرُ

The day when leisure and rain quenched our thirst

Is blessed and so are the roses and my joy

يَوْمٌ كَفانا مِنَ اللَّذّاتِ أَنَّ بِهِ

لَمْ تَطْلُعِ الشَّمْسُ حَتّى زارَنا الْقَمَرُ

A day that sufficed us from pleasures, for in it

The sun did not rise until the moon visited us

فِي قامَةِ الْغُصْنِ إِلاّ اَنَّهُ رَشَأٌ

فِي طَلْعَةِ الْبَدْرِ إِلاّ أَنَّهُ بَشَرُ

In the stature of the branch he is but foliage

In the rising of the full moon he is but a harbinger

زِيارَةٌ لَيْتَ يَوْمِي لا يَكُونُ لَهُ

فِيها عِشاءٌ وَلَيْلِي ما لَهُ سَحَرُ

Would that my day which hosted it would never end

That in it my night has no dawn, and my evening no supper