يا اِبنَ الكِرامِ الأَوَّليـ

ـنَ السابِقينَ إِلى المَكارِم

O son of the noble forefathers,

The first of the predecessors in generosity,

الأَوَّلينَ إِلى الوَغى

وَالآخِرينَ إِلى الغَنائِم

The first to battle

And the last in seizing the spoils,

انظُر إِلى زَهرِ الرَبي

ـعِ كَأَنَّهُ زُهرُ النَعائِم

Look upon the flower of the meadow,

Blossoming as if the bloom of bliss,

وَالرَوضِ قَد رَقَمَت وَشا

ئِعَ بُردِهِ كَفُّ الغَمائِم

And the garden embroidered and adorned

By the coolness of its breeze like clasped clouds.

وَبَدا الهِلالُ كَزَورَقٍ

مِن فِضَّةٍ في البَحرِ عائِم

The crescent appeared like a silver boat

Upon the sea, afloat,

فَاِنهَض إِلى شربِ المُدا

مِ وَلا تُطِع في الراحِ لائِم

So rise to drink the wine

And heed not the blamer in comfort.

فَنَديمُنا ثَمِلُ القَوا

مِ أَغَنُّ ساجي الطَرفِ ناعِم

For our companion, heavy with liquor,

Is the most melodious, tender-eyed singer.

ما شَدَّ بَندَ قَبائِهِ

إِلّا وَحَلَّ بِهِ العَزائِم

No headband has he fastened

Except that it was bound with purpose.