الوَردُ في وَردِ الضَبابِ شُموسٌ

الوَردُ في وَردِ الضَبابِ شُموسٌ

وَالراحُ في حُلَلِ الكُؤوسِ عَروسُ

وَالراحُ في حُلَلِ الكُؤوسِ عَروسُ

The roses amid the mist's roses are suns.

Roses in the mist's roses are suns

And wine in the robes of goblets is a bride.

And breezes in goblets' gowns are brides

وَلَنا مُغَنٍّ حَجرُهُ العَرشُ الَّذي

وَلَنا مُغَنٍّ حَجرُهُ العَرشُ الَّذي

طُنبورُهُ مِن فَوقِهِ بَلقيسُ

طُنبورُهُ مِن فَوقِهِ بَلقيسُ

And we have a singer whose lap is the throne,

We have a singer whose lyre is the throne

Above which his lute is Bilqis.

Whose lute is the Queen of Sheba from on high

فَالغَيمُ فاخِتَةٌ نَلَذُّ بِصَوتِها

فَالغَيمُ فاخِتَةٌ نَلَذُّ بِصَوتِها

وَالجَوُّ وَكرٌ وَالثَرى طاووسُ

وَالجَوُّ وَكرٌ وَالثَرى طاووسُ

So the cloud is a ringdove in whose voice we delight,

So the clouds swoon when they hear his tone

And the sky is a nest, and the moist earth a peacock.

And the air whirls round and the earth's a peacock's eye