لَبِسَ الأَصِيلُ مُلاَءَةً مُوشِيَّةً

لَبِسَ الأَصِيلُ مُلاَءَةً مُوشِيَّةً

بِنُضَارِهِ وَزُمُرُّدِ الأَوْرَاقِ

بِنُضَارِهِ وَزُمُرُّدِ الأَوْرَاقِ

Late afternoon donned an embroidered mantle,

The noble one wore a dark green cloak

The late afternoon has donned an embroidered mantle,

With its gold and the emerald of the leaves.

With his freshness and emerald leaves

Woven with its pure gold and the emerald of the leaves,

وَوَشَى النَّسِيمُ بِسِرِّ أَزْهَارِ الرُّبَى

وَوَشَى النَّسِيمُ بِسِرِّ أَزْهَارِ الرُّبَى

هَلْ مِنْ كُؤُوسِ مَسَرَّةٍ يَا سَاقِ

هَلْ مِنْ كُؤُوسِ مَسَرَّةٍ يَا سَاقِ

And the breeze divulged the secret of the hills’ blossoms.

And the breeze whispered the secret of the meadow's flowers

And the breeze has betrayed the secret of the hillside blossoms;

Are there any cups of joy, O cupbearer?

Are there any cups of joy, oh branch?

Are there any goblets of joy, O cupbearer?