الغَيمُ بَينَ بُكاً وَبَينَ نَحيبِ

الغَيمُ بَينَ بُكاً وَبَينَ نَحيبِ

وَالرَوضُ بَينَ سَنىً وَبَينَ لَهيبِ

وَالرَوضُ بَينَ سَنىً وَبَينَ لَهيبِ

The clouds hover between weeping and sobbing,

The clouds weep and wail

And the meadow between radiance and flame.

The garden wavers between delight and torment

فَاِدخُل بِنا حِجرَ الرِياضِ فَما تَرى

فَاِدخُل بِنا حِجرَ الرِياضِ فَما تَرى

فيما بَناناً لَيسَ بِالمَخضوبِ

فيما بَناناً لَيسَ بِالمَخضوبِ

So enter with us into the gardens’ lap; you will not see

Enter with us this sanctuary and you will see

There a fingertip that is not dyed,

Nothing here but pure white jasmine

ما دامَتِ الأَكياسُ مِن كاساتِنا

ما دامَتِ الأَكياسُ مِن كاساتِنا

مَختومَةً بِحَبابِها المَحبوبِ

مَختومَةً بِحَبابِها المَحبوبِ

So long as the pouches of our cups

As long as our goblets are full

Are sealed with their beloved bubbles.

Sealed by seals of sweet wine