أَصبَحتُ أَكثَرَ خَلقِ اللَهِ كُلُّهُم

أَصبَحتُ أَكثَرَ خَلقِ اللَهِ كُلُّهُم

عِشقاً لِرَوضٍ قَد اِخضَرَّت جَوانِبُهُ

عِشقاً لِرَوضٍ قَد اِخضَرَّت جَوانِبُهُ

I have become, of all God’s creatures, the most

I have fallen deeply in love with a garden

Enamored of a garden whose sides have turned green.

Whose sides have become verdantly green

رَيّاهُ نَكهَتُهُ وَالقَطرُ مَضحَكُهُ

رَيّاهُ نَكهَتُهُ وَالقَطرُ مَضحَكُهُ

وَالوَردُ وَجنَتُهُ الآسُ شارِبُهُ

وَالوَردُ وَجنَتُهُ الآسُ شارِبُهُ

Its fragrance is its breath, and the rain its smile;

Its freshness nourished by the falling rain

The roses are its cheek, the myrtle its mustache.

Its roses quenched by the gentle stream

فَفيمَ لا أَتَرَضّاهُ بِصافِيَةٍ

فَفيمَ لا أَتَرَضّاهُ بِصافِيَةٍ

مِمّعا يُناسِبُ مِنها ما تُناسِبُهُ

مِمّعا يُناسِبُ مِنها ما تُناسِبُهُ

Then why should I not seek its favor with clear wine,

Why then am I not inspired to sing its praises

Of a kind that mirrors the garden as the garden mirrors it?

In verses befitting its enchanting scenes?

وَقَد وَجَدتُ سَبيلَ العُذرِ واضِحَةً

وَقَد وَجَدتُ سَبيلَ العُذرِ واضِحَةً

بِأَنَّ لَيلِيَ لَم تَطلُع كَواكِبُهُ

بِأَنَّ لَيلِيَ لَم تَطلُع كَواكِبُهُ

And I have found the path to an excuse clear:

For I have found the path of excuse so clearly -

The stars of my night have not risen.

My night has not yet unveiled its stars and dreams