سُروري عِتابُ الفَتى

سُروري عِتابُ الفَتى

إِذا كانَ مِنّي ذَلَل

إِذا كانَ مِنّي ذَلَل

My delight is the young man's reproach

My joy is the youth's reproach

When a lapse comes from me;

If it comes from me being gentle

فَلَو لَم أَكُن عِندَهُ

فَلَو لَم أَكُن عِندَهُ

عَزيزاً إِذاً ما فَعَل

عَزيزاً إِذاً ما فَعَل

For if, in his eyes, I were not

For if I were not dear to him

Dear, he would not have done so.

He would not have done thus

أَشهى مِنَ الإِرتِشافِ وَالقُبَلِ

أَشهى مِنَ الإِرتِشافِ وَالقُبَلِ

وَمِن بُلوغِ الرَجاءِ وَالأَمَلِ

وَمِن بُلوغِ الرَجاءِ وَالأَمَلِ

More delectable than sipping and kisses,

More delicious than a sip and a kiss

And than the fulfillment of hopes and wishes,

And than attaining hope and wish

وَمِن عُقارٍ يُديرُها رَشَأٌ

وَمِن عُقارٍ يُديرُها رَشَأٌ

مُحتَمَلُ الخَصرِ مُعتَدي الكَفَلِ

مُحتَمَلُ الخَصرِ مُعتَدي الكَفَلِ

And than wine passed around by a young gazelle,

And than a potion stirred by a tipsy one

Slender of waist, extravagantly full of rump,

Bearing a slender waist, grabbing the shoulder

وُدٌّ حَلا طَعمُهُ فَذائِقُهُ

وُدٌّ حَلا طَعمُهُ فَذائِقُهُ

لا يَتَشَكّى مَرارَةَ المَلَلِ

لا يَتَشَكّى مَرارَةَ المَلَلِ

Is love whose taste is sweet; so whoever tastes it

Love whose taste is sweet when tasted

Does not complain of boredom's bitterness.

Its taster complains not of boredom's bitterness