بَاكِرِ الصُّبْحَةَ هَذَا

يَوْمُ عِيْدٍ وَمُدَامِ

This early morn of celebration

A day of revelry and wine

مَا تَرَى بِاللَّهِ مَا

أَحْسَنَ آدَابَ الغَمَامِ

See by God, how fine

Are the manners of the clouds

بَدَأَ القَطْرُ بِطَلٍّ

ثُمَّ ثَنَى بِرِهَامِ

The rain began gently at first

Then flowed abundantly

وَانْجَلَى مِثْلَ انْجِلاَءِ

الغِمْدِ عِنْ مَتْنِ الحُسَامِ

And cleared like the flashing

Of a sword from its sheath

كَافْتِتَاحِ حَسَنٍ زَيْ

يَنَهُ حُسْنُ خِتَامِ

A fine beginning, beautifully

Concluded by a fine end

مُسْتَهِلاً مِثْلَ أَفْعَالِكَ

فِي حُسْنِ النِّظَامِ

Starting like your deeds

In excellent order

فَاشْرَبْ الرَّاحَ بِأَرْطَا

لٍ وَطَاسَاتٍ وَجَامِ

Drink freely of relaxation

With cups and goblets and wine

إِنَّمَا الدُّنْيَا كَوَهْمٍ

أَوْ كَأَحْلاَمِ مَنَامِ

The world is but illusion

Or dreams of sleep

لاَ تَرُومَنَّ بَعِيْداً

وَارْضَ بِالأَمْرِ المُوَامِ

Do not seek far

And be content with your state

لاَ تَدَعْ وُسْطَى مِنَ الْحَا

لِ لِأَحْوَالِ جِسَامِ

Leave not the middle road

For states of bodies

كُلُّ شَيْءٍ يُتَوَقَّى

نَقْضُهُ عِنْدَ التَّمَامِ

All things anticipated

Their ruin at perfection