منهلُ العُشّاق مَورودُ

وَمَقال العَذل مَردودُ

The lovers' spring is flowing,

And the blame of the censurer is refuted,

وَحَديث الحُبّ عَن شَجني

عنعنت مِنهُ الأَسانيدُ

And the talk of love about my passion,

Its chains of transmission enthral me,

وَنَديمي في الهَوى رَشأ

فُتنت في حُسنه الغيدُ

And my boon companion in love is well-bred,

His beauty has tempted me.

كنز شَمس الراح مبسمه

بِسُيوف اللَحظ مَرصودُ

The treasure of the cheek of comfort, his smile,

Is guarded by the swords of glances,

ولثغرِ الكَأس مِن فَمهِ

بِحباب الدُرِّ تَنضيدُ

And for the cup's lip from his mouth,

With bubbles of pearls its filling overflows,

وَلِخَدّ الراح مِن خَجَل

مِن لماه العَذب تَوريدُ

And for the cheek of comfort from shyness,

From its sweet saliva its irrigation flows.

أَوردتنا الوَرد وَجنته

وَلماه الشهد مَشهودُ

It brought us roses and its gardens,

And its water of honey is witnessed.

معرض ما خَطَّ عارضه

فَهوَ بِالولدان مَعدودُ

He is indifferent to whoever finds fault with him,

So he is counted among the lads,

وَصفهُ بِالبَدر مِن عَبَثٍ

وَبَيان الفَرق تَأكيدُ

To describe him as the full moon is nonsense,

And clarifying the difference is confirmation.

وَغَزال قَد غَزا جلدي

طرفه وَالقدُّ أملودُ

A gazelle has ravished my skin,

Its glance and its stature are flexuous.

لا يغرنَّ العَذول بِهِ

إِن نَأى صدٌّ وَتَبعيدُ

Let not the censurers be fooled by him

If he shuns a breast and is aloof.

لَيسَ يُغريني فَأعتبه

بِمَقام النصح تَفنيدُ

I'm not tempted to blame him

With the stance of sincere advice and rebuttal.

أَيّ صَبٍّ عَن مَحبّتهِ

يَنثَني وَالصَبر مَفقودُ

What youth would I bend away from his love,

When patience is lost?

وَببيض الهند مُهجته

سَلَبتها الأَعيُن السودُ

With his Indian complexion,

Eyes of black magic have snatched it.

مُطلق الدَمع الصَبيب لَهُ

بِالتَصابي مِنهُ تَقييدُ

Releasing copious tears for him

With coherence from it I discipline myself.

وَحَليف الوَجد شيمته

في الهَوى نوحٌ وَتَسهيدُ

And the confidant of passion, his quality,

In love is lament and industry.

مَن لَهُ وَالحُبّ يوهنه

مِنهُ إِنذار وَتَهديدُ

Whoever love makes frail,

From him there is warning and threat.

غَير مَن تُتلى مَدائحهُ

وَهوَ في الحاجات مَقصودُ

Other than one whose praises are recited,

And he for needs is the objective.

أَحمَدٌ وَالخَلق تَحمده

وَكَريم الطَبع مَحمودُ

Ahmad, and creation praises him,

And generous is his praised nature.

يا لَها ذاتاً مكرَّمةً

ما لَها بِالوَصف تَحديدُ

O she of honored essence,

Indescribable is she!

ماجدٌ رقّت شَمائلهُ

وَهوَ حرٌّ طَبعه الجودُ

Majid, his qualities are gentle,

And he is free; generosity is his nature.

لِلثَنا شَمل يَجمّعه

وَلشمل المال تَبديدُ

To bring people together is his inclusiveness,

And for money's assembly, his distribution.

يَحسد الوَسميُّ نائِلهُ

وَأَخُو العَلياء مَحسودُ

The distinguished envies its obtainer,

And he is the brother of the lofty, envied.

لا يَشوب المطل في عدة

لا وَلا في القَول تَرديدُ

No blemish in number attends his equipment,

Nor in speech any faltering.

يا اِبن مَن زانوا العُلى غررا

وَهُم الغرّ الأَماجيدُ

O son of those who beautified supremacy with gems,

And they are the precious, the glorious!

وَبِتَقوى اللَه عَهدَهُم

عِندَ أَهل الفَضل مَعهودُ

And by reverence for God, their covenant

Among people of merit is customary.

إِنَّ شَهر الصَوم صالِحهُ

لَكَ بِالخَيرات مَعدودُ

Indeed, the month of fasting, its rectitude

For you is counted among good deeds.

وَجَزيل الأَجر لَيسَ لَهُ

عِندَ ذي الإِحسان تَحديدُ

And abundant reward for it has no

Limiting for the Lord of Favor.

فَلذا الباري أَعدَّ لَكُم

منحاً فيها لَنا عيدُ

So for that the Creator prepared for you

Gifts in which for us is feast.

وَلذا العيد السَعيد بِكُم

في الهَنا تُتلى الأَناشيدُ

And for that happy feast, with you

Songs of joy are recited for bliss.

وَهِلال الأُنس طالعهُ

في سَما الإِسعاد مَشهودُ

And the crescent of company, its rising

In the sky of joy is witnessed.

وَلَكُم في التهنئات بِهِ

لِلمُنى عود وَتَجديدُ

And for you in the congratulations for it

For wishes are renewal and continuity.

لا بَرحت الدهر ذا رُتب

دونَها تلقى المَقاليدُ

The ages have not ceased to have ranks

Beneath them the sayings are received.

ما حمام الدَوح صادحُهُ

قَد شَجاني مِنهُ تَغريدُ

The ringdove of the sand dunes, its warbling

Has stirred me with its cooing.

وَهوَ يَشدو في تِلاوته

منهل العُشّاق مَورودُ

And it chants in its reciting:

"The lovers' spring is flowing."