حَبَّذَا الرَّاحُ فِي أَوَانِ الْبَهَارِ

وَاقْتِرانُ الْكُؤُوسِ بِالنُّوَّارِ

The breeze delighted in the season of springtime

And the pairing of cups with wine.

وَرَنِينُ الأَوْتَارِ فِي فَلَقِ الصُّبْ

حِ وَسَجْعُ الطُّيُورِ فِي الأَوْكَارِ

The resonance of strings at dawn

And the twitter of birds in their nests.

بَيْنَ جَوٍّ مَعَ الْغَمَائِمِ سَارٍ

وَفَضَاءٍ مَعَ الْجَدَاوِلِ جَارِي

Between an atmosphere that flows with the clouds

And space that flows with streams.

مَنْظَرٌ يَفْتِنُ الْعُقُولَ وَيَجْلُو

صَفَحَاتِ الْقُلُوبِ وَالأَبْصَارِ

A scene that seduces minds and unveils

The pages of hearts and sights.

إِنَّ عَصْرَ الشَّبَابِ فِينَا مُعَارٌ

وَاللَّيَالِي تَرُدُّ كُلَّ مُعَارِ

Indeed, the time of youth in us is fleeting

And the nights bid farewell to every friend.

فَاسْرَحَا وَامْرَحَا فَقَدْ آذَنَتْنَا

نَسَمَاتُ الصَّبَا بِخَلْعِ الْعِذَارِ

So roam and play, for the breezes of morning

Have given us notice to remove inhibition.

وَاغْنَما صَفْوَةَ الرَّبِيعِ بِدَاراً

فَالأَمَانِي مَعْقُودَةٌ بِالْبِدارِ

And enjoy the prime of spring in a land

Where dreams are tied to the horizons.

هُوَ فَصْلٌ تَخْتَالُ فِيهِ غُصُونُ الرْ

رَوْضِ فِي حِلْيَةٍ مِنَ الأَزْهَارِ

It is a season where the boughs of the garden

Strut in raiment of flowers.

مَائِساتٍ مِثْلَ الْعَذَارَى عَلَيْهِنْ

نَ ثِيَابٌ دُرِّيَّةُ الأَزْرَارِ

Gatherings like virgins dressed in

Garments studded with pearls.

غَمَزَتْهَا يَدُ الصَّبَا فَتَلَوَّتْ

رَاقِصَاتٍ عَلَى غِنَاءِ الْقَمَارِي

The hand of the morning breeze tousled them

As dancers to the singing of lutes.

رَشَفَتْ خَمْرَةَ النَّدَى مِنْ كُؤُوسِ الزْ

زَهْرِ حَتَّى تَمَايَلَتْ مِنْ خُمَارِ

They sipped the wine of dew from cups of flowers

Until they swooned from inebriation.

فَانْتَبِهْ يَا نَدِيمُ وَاسْتَصْبِحِ السَّا

قِي بِكَأْسٍ تَفِيضُ بِالأَنْوَارِ

So awaken, O reveler, and greet the morning

With a cup overflowing with light.

وَاسْقِيَانِي وَغَنِّيَانِي بِلَحْنٍ

يَبْعَثُ النَّفْسَ مِنْ إِسَارِ الْوَقَارِ

Quench me and serenade me with a melody

That revives the soul from the shackles of dignity.

فَلَقَدْ آذَنَ الشَّتَاءُ بسَيْرٍ

وَاسْتَهَلَّتْ طَلائِعُ النُّوبَهارِ

For winter has given notice of departure

And the vanguards of springtime appeared.

وَاسْتَدَارَ النَّهَارُ حَتَّى تَساوَتْ

كَفَّتَاهُ بَيْنَ الدُّجَى وَالنَّهَارِ

The day has revolved until its scales leveled out

Between the gloom and the daylight.