عِنْدِي مُعَتَّقَةٌ تَوَدُّكَ صَافِيَهْ

وَنَدِيْمُكَ الدَّمِثُ الرَّقِيْقُ الحَاشِيَهْ

I have a fair one who fondly waits for you,

Your boon companion, gentle, slim and true.

فَإِذَا طَرِبْتَ إِلَى السَّمَاعِ تَرَنَّمَتْ

بِيْضَاءُ ذَاهِبَةٌ بِعَقْلِكَ دَاهِيَهْ

When you're inclined to music's swell, she'll sing

A beauty rendering your mind its fee.

تَصِلُ الغِنَاءَ يَمِيْنَهَا بِشَمَالِهَا

كَمُثَلَّثٍ أَضْلاَعُهُ مُتَسَاوِيَهْ

Her singing binds the right hand to the left

As angles of triangle, all equal length.

وَتُجِيْبُهَا سَوْدَاءُ تُعْمِلُ نَايَهَا

فَتُرِيْكَ كَافُوراُ يُقَاوِمُ غَالِيَهْ

The black one echoes, blowing on her flute,

Shows you a camphor matching musk's expense.

فَاحْضَرْ فَقَدْ حَضَرَ السُّرُورُ وَلاَ تَدَعْ

يَوْمَاً يَفُوتُكَ فَهِيَ دُنْيَا فَانِيَهْ

Attend, for joy is present. Do not let

Days slip away; this life will soon fade hence.