بادِرْ فإنّ الصِّبا جِنَانُ

بادِرْ فإنّ الصِّبا جِنَانُ

وللصِّبا أوجُهٌ حِسانُ

وللصِّبا أوجُهٌ حِسانُ

Hasten, for youth is gardens of paradise,

Hurry, for youth is an orchard

And youth has beautiful faces.

Of beautiful, blossoming trees,

وللصَّبا في الرُّبا نِسيمٌ

وللصَّبا في الرُّبا نِسيمٌ

كأنّه عنبرٌ وبانُ

كأنّه عنبرٌ وبانُ

And the east wind has a breeze upon the hills,

And youth has a gentle breeze

As though it were ambergris and ben-tree fragrance.

Sweet as ambergris.

وبيننا جدوَلٌ لِطيفٌ

وبيننا جدوَلٌ لِطيفٌ

كأنّ أمواجَه جُمان

كأنّ أمواجَه جُمان

And between us is a gentle brook,

Between us flows a slender stream

As though its waves were pearls.

Whose little waves seem pearls.

ما قال عبدُ الإله حَقّاً

ما قال عبدُ الإله حَقّاً

إلاّ مَقالاً هو البَيانُ

إلاّ مَقالاً هو البَيانُ

Truly, Abd al-Ilah said nothing

What servant of God has said

But a saying that is eloquence itself:

More truth than words can tell?

بادِرْ فإنّ الزمان غِرٌّ

بادِرْ فإنّ الزمان غِرٌّ

من قِبِل أنْ يَفْطِن الزّمان

من قِبِل أنْ يَفْطِن الزّمان

Hasten, for time is unwary,

Hurry, for time is a haughty king

Before time takes notice.

Who will not wait for the wise to heed him.