باكِرِ الراحَ في أَوانِ البُكورِ

باكِرِ الراحَ في أَوانِ البُكورِ

في زَمانِ الشَقيقِ وَالمَنثورِ

في زَمانِ الشَقيقِ وَالمَنثورِ

Drink wine early, at the morning hour,

Ride at dawn in the time of early morn

In the season of anemones and gillyflowers.

In the season of chamomile and scattered pearls

وَاِركَبِ الإِنخِلاعَ إِن كُنتَ مِمَّن

وَاِركَبِ الإِنخِلاعَ إِن كُنتَ مِمَّن

يَشتَهي السَيرَ في طَريقِ السُرورِ

يَشتَهي السَيرَ في طَريقِ السُرورِ

And embrace abandon, if you are among those

And mount the camel-litter if you are one

Who long to travel the path of joy.

Who desires to journey on the path of joy

فَكَأَنَّ الرُبى مَساوَرُ وَشيٍ

فَكَأَنَّ الرُبى مَساوَرُ وَشيٍ

وَكَأَنَّ الرِياضَ بُسطُ حَريرِ

وَكَأَنَّ الرِياضَ بُسطُ حَريرِ

For the hills are like cushions of brocade,

It is as though the meadows are the wrists of a beloved

And the gardens are like carpets of silk.

And as though the gardens are swathes of silk