أَما وَاِهتِصارِ غُصونِ البَلَس

أَما وَاِهتِصارِ غُصونِ البَلَس

وَقَد قَلَّصَ الصُبحُ ذَيلَ الغَلَس

وَقَد قَلَّصَ الصُبحُ ذَيلَ الغَلَس

Ah, by the bending of the fig-tree boughs,

The branches of the palm tree stir and sway

And dawn had drawn back the hem of darkness,

As the dawn shortens the train of darkness.

وَمالَ يَسيلُ جَنى شَهدِهِ

وَمالَ يَسيلُ جَنى شَهدِهِ

كَما سالَ ريقُ حَبيبٍ نَعَس

كَما سالَ ريقُ حَبيبٍ نَعَس

And it bent, its honeyed fruit flowing,

The ripe dates begin to fall and spill their juice

As flowed the saliva of a beloved who dozed.

Like the drooling of a sleepy loved one.

لَقَد ساقَ مِن رائِقِ المُجتَلى

لَقَد ساقَ مِن رائِقِ المُجتَلى

شَهِيَّ الجَنى مُستَطابَ النَفَس

شَهِيَّ الجَنى مُستَطابَ النَفَس

Indeed, it offered something lovely to behold,

This exquisite, sweet harvest has brought

Delicious in fruit and sweet of breath.

A pleasurable scent to the garden's breath.

فَهِمتُ لَهُ بِبَياضِ الثُغورِ

فَهِمتُ لَهُ بِبَياضِ الثُغورِ

وَأَحبَبتُ فيهِ سَوادَ اللَعَس

وَأَحبَبتُ فيهِ سَوادَ اللَعَس

So I was smitten with it for the whiteness of its teeth,

I deduced its ripeness from the whiteness of the spathes

And loved in it the dark hue of dusky lips.

And grew fond of its blackened dates.