تَبَسَّمَ إِذ تَبَسَّمَ عَن أَقاحِ

تَبَسَّمَ إِذ تَبَسَّمَ عَن أَقاحِ

وَأَسفَرَ حينَ أَسفَرَ عَن صَباحِ

وَأَسفَرَ حينَ أَسفَرَ عَن صَباحِ

When he smiled, his smile revealed chrysanthemums.

He smiled as he smiled, his cheek revealing dawn,

And when he shone, he revealed a dawn.

And dawn broke as he revealed the morning's glow,

وَأَتحَفَني بِكَأسٍ مِن رُضابٍ

وَأَتحَفَني بِكَأسٍ مِن رُضابٍ

وَكَأسٍ مِن جَنى خَدٍّ وَراحِ

وَكَأسٍ مِن جَنى خَدٍّ وَراحِ

And he offered me a cup of sweet saliva,

Offering me a cup of pleasure, a draft

And a cup of a cheek's fruit and wine.

Of cheek and ease. And so, from his smile’s radiance at morn

فَمِن لَألاءِ غُرَّتِهِ صَباحي

فَمِن لَألاءِ غُرَّتِهِ صَباحي

وَمِن صَهباءِ ريقَتِهِ اِصطِباحي

وَمِن صَهباءِ ريقَتِهِ اِصطِباحي

So my dawn comes from the radiance of his brow,

My day begins, and from the blowing of his breath, revival.

And my morning draught from the tawny wine of his saliva.

Do not be quick to free my soul,

فَلا تَعجَل إِلى تَسريحِ روحي

فَلا تَعجَل إِلى تَسريحِ روحي

فَمَوتي فيكَ أَيسَرُ مِن سَراحي

فَمَوتي فيكَ أَيسَرُ مِن سَراحي

So do not hasten to release my soul;

For in you, my death is easier than my release.

For dying for you is easier than being set free.