لَدَينا يا اِبنَ إِسماعيلَ قِدرٌ

لَدَينا يا اِبنَ إِسماعيلَ قِدرٌ

تَفورُ وَقَهوَةٌ صِرفٌ تَدورُ

تَفورُ وَقَهوَةٌ صِرفٌ تَدورُ

With us, O son of Ismail, is a pot

We have, O son of Ishmael, a steaming pot

Boiling, while unmixed wine goes round.

Of coffee turning, its aroma swirling.

وَنَدمانٌ كَبُستانٍ نَضيرٍ

وَنَدمانٌ كَبُستانٍ نَضيرٍ

بَعيدٍ أَن يَكونَ لَهُ نَظيرُ

بَعيدٍ أَن يَكونَ لَهُ نَظيرُ

And a boon companion like a flourishing garden,

And a garden, like a peerless meadow,

Whose equal is scarcely to be found.

Too far for any peer to reach.

وَساقٍ كَالقَضيبِ الرَطبِ لاطٍ

وَساقٍ كَالقَضيبِ الرَطبِ لاطٍ

حَشاهُ وَرِدفُهُ عالٍ وَثيرُ

حَشاهُ وَرِدفُهُ عالٍ وَثيرُ

And a cupbearer like a supple branch, slender

With legs like moist staffs, smooth,

Of waist, his rump high and soft.

Its hips bountiful, ample, fecund.

وَمُحسِنَةُ الغِناءِ إِذا تَغَنَّت

وَمُحسِنَةُ الغِناءِ إِذا تَغَنَّت

حَسِبتَ الأَرضَ مِن طَرَبٍ تَسيرُ

حَسِبتَ الأَرضَ مِن طَرَبٍ تَسيرُ

And a skilled singer: when she sings,

And the songstress, when she sings,

You would think the earth was moving in rapture.

You'd think the earth stirred in rapture.

وَنَحنُ إِذاً عَلى أَوفى سُرورٍ

وَنَحنُ إِذاً عَلى أَوفى سُرورٍ

وَإِن وافَيتَنا كَمِلَ السُرورُ

وَإِن وافَيتَنا كَمِلَ السُرورُ

And then we are in the fullest joy,

As we, with joy at its perfection-

And if you join us, joy will be complete.

Should you visit, joy would be complete.

فَبادِر بِالسُرورِ عَلى اِقتِبالِ ال

فَبادِر بِالسُرورِ عَلى اِقتِبالِ ال

نَهارِ فَيَومُنا يَومٌ مَطيرُ

نَهارِ فَيَومُنا يَومٌ مَطيرُ

So hasten to joy at the beginning of the

So hasten joyfully to meet the morn,

Day, for ours is a rainy day.

For ours a day of gentle rain.

وَقَد حُجِبَت سِراجُ الأُفقِ فيهِ

وَقَد حُجِبَت سِراجُ الأُفقِ فيهِ

بِدُجنٍ دونَها مِنهُ سُتورُ

بِدُجنٍ دونَها مِنهُ سُتورُ

And on this day the horizon's lamp has been veiled

Though the horizon's lamp was veiled

By cloud-darkness, whose curtains lie before it.

In night-clouds, thick, unfurled.

وَوَجهُ الجَوِّ أَربَدُ مُكفَهِرٌّ

وَوَجهُ الجَوِّ أَربَدُ مُكفَهِرٌّ

وَوَجهُ الأَرضِ مُبتَسِمٌ نَضيرُ

وَوَجهُ الأَرضِ مُبتَسِمٌ نَضيرُ

And the sky's face is dark-gray and scowling,

The sky is chill, frowning, sullen;

And the earth's face is smiling and fresh.

The earth's face smiles, freshly tilled.

وَبَينَهُما مُقارَعَةٌ وَحَربٌ

وَبَينَهُما مُقارَعَةٌ وَحَربٌ

لَنا مِنها السَلامَةَ وَالحُبورُ

لَنا مِنها السَلامَةَ وَالحُبورُ

And between them are a clash and a war,

And between the two, skirmish and war

From which we have safety and delight.

From which we're kept secure.

إِذا ما الرَعدُ زَمجَرَ خِلتَ أُسداً

إِذا ما الرَعدُ زَمجَرَ خِلتَ أُسداً

غِضاباً في السَحابِ لَها زَئيرُ

غِضاباً في السَحابِ لَها زَئيرُ

When thunder growls, you imagine lions

When thunder roared like an angry lion

Angry in the clouds, roaring.

In clouds that rumbled and seethed,

فَإِن سَلَّت صَوارِمَها الغَوادي

فَإِن سَلَّت صَوارِمَها الغَوادي

أَفاضَ عَلَيها جَوشَنَها الغَديرُ

أَفاضَ عَلَيها جَوشَنَها الغَديرُ

Then if the morning clouds unsheathe their keen swords,

And its blades slashed the valleys,

The pool drapes the earth in her coat of mail.

The rushing cloudburst was unleashed.

وَأَعطافُ الغُصونِ لَها نَشاطٌ

وَأَعطافُ الغُصونِ لَها نَشاطٌ

وَأَنفاسُ النَسيمِ لَها فُتورُ

وَأَنفاسُ النَسيمِ لَها فُتورُ

And the curves of the boughs are lively,

The branches bent with vitality,

And the breaths of the breeze are languid.

The breaths of breeze subdued.

وَأَزهارُ الرِياضِ لَها عُيونٌ

وَأَزهارُ الرِياضِ لَها عُيونٌ

مُحَدَّقَةٌ إِلى الأَفاقِ صورُ

مُحَدَّقَةٌ إِلى الأَفاقِ صورُ

And the flowers of the gardens have eyes,

The flowers' eyes in the meadows

Wide open and turned toward the horizons.

Peer out, images of beauty.

وَخَدُّ الوَردِ قَد أَضحى نَظيماً

وَخَدُّ الوَردِ قَد أَضحى نَظيماً

عَليهِ لُؤلُؤُ الطَلِّ النَثيرُ

عَليهِ لُؤلُؤُ الطَلِّ النَثيرُ

And the rose's cheek: now strung together

And the cheeks of roses blush vermeil

Upon it are the scattered pearls of dew.

On which fine dewdrops trickle.