لِيَبْسِمْ فِي مُحَيَّاكِ الرَّجَاءُ

وَيُبْرِقُ فِي أَسِرَّتِكِ الْهَنَاءُ

Let hope smile in your greeting

And joy shine in your secrets

وَطِيبِي بِالشَّبَابِ كَمَا يُرَجِّي

عَفَافُكِ وَالطَّهارَةُ وَالإِبَاءُ

Beautify my youth as one wishes

Your chastity, purity and coyness

وَقَرِّي أَعْيُناً بِبَنِينَ غُرٍّ

وَبَعْلٍ مِنْ مَحَامِدِهِ الوَفَاءُ

Delight my eyes with lovely sons

And a husband whose faithfulness endures

وَحَلِّي الرَّأْسَ مَفْخَرَةً بِتَاجٍ

يُضِيءُ بِهِ جَلاَلُكِ وَالبَهَاءُ

Adorn your head proudly with a crown

That illuminates your glory and brilliance

وَلاَ تَنْسَيْ نِظَامَ الشَّعْرِ فِيهِ

كَأَحْسَنِ مَا تُنَظِّمُهُ النِّسَاءُ

And forget not the rhythm of poetry in it

As the best women poets compose

فَمَا الإِكْلِيلُ لِلْحَسْنَاءِ وِقْرٌ

وَلاَ تَصْفِيفُ وَفْرَتِهَا عَنَاءُ

For the garland is no honor to the beauty

Nor the plaiting of her locks toil

وَلَكِنْ يَصْدَعُ الرَّأْسَ اشْتِغَالٌ

بِمَا تَأْبَى المَلاَحَةُ وَالْفَتَاءُ

Rather, preoccupation splits the head

With what virtue rejects and chivalry disdains

وَيُثْقلُهُ اهْتِمَامُ غَيْرُ مُجْدٍ

بِمَا فِي حُكْمِهِ الدُّنْيَا سَوَاءُ

And preocupation with futile matters weighs it down

In which the world is equal

عَلَتْ شَمْسُ الضُّحى وَالرَّوْضُ زَاهٍ

وَفِيهِ نَضَارَةٌ وَسَنىً وَمَاءُ

The sun of morning shone and the meadow bloomed

With freshness, ease and water

فَهُبِّي لِلصَّبوحِ وَبَادِرِيهِ

سُلاَفَتُهُ النَّزَاهَةُ وَالضِّياءُ

Rise to the morn and anticipate it

Its advance is honesty and illumination

وَشَادِي الصَّادِحَاتِ فَإِنَّ أَسْمَى

بَيَانٍ لِلنُّفوسِ هُوَ الْغِنَاءُ

And sing loudly for the souls' highest

Expression is singing

وَحَاكِي الزَّهْرَ تَسْلِيماً وَلَهْواً

فَمَا لِلْهَمِّ فِي حُسْنٍ ثَوَاءُ

And talk to the flowers agreeably and playfully

For anxiety has no place in beauty