وَبَديعِ الحُسنِ قَد فا

وَبَديعِ الحُسنِ قَد فا

قَ الرَشا حُسناً وَلينا

قَ الرَشا حُسناً وَلينا

And one of wondrous beauty has surpassed

With beauty so fair, it has surpassed

And a marvel of beauty who has far

the gazelle fawn in beauty and softness.

The dew's beauty, and made it smooth

Outstripped the young gazelle in grace and softness.

تَحسَبُ الوَردَ بِخَدَّي

تَحسَبُ الوَردَ بِخَدَّي

هِ يُناغي الياسَمينا

هِ يُناغي الياسَمينا

You would think the rose upon his cheeks

You'd think his cheeks were roses

You would deem the roses in his cheeks

is cooing to the jasmine.

Rivaling the jasmine's scent

Were whispering secrets to the jasmine.

كُلَّما اِزدَدتُ إِلَيهِ

كُلَّما اِزدَدتُ إِلَيهِ

نَظَراً زِدتُ جُنونا

نَظَراً زِدتُ جُنونا

Whenever I gave him more

The more I look upon him

The more I fixed my gaze upon his face,

of my gaze, my madness grew.

The madder I become

The more I grew in madness and desire.

ظَلَّ يَسقينا مُداماً

ظَلَّ يَسقينا مُداماً

حَلَّتِ الخِدرَ سِنينا

حَلَّتِ الخِدرَ سِنينا

He kept serving us wine

He kept pouring us wine

He kept on pouring us a vintage wine

that had dwelt in the curtained chamber for years.

For years on end

That stayed secluded, veiled for many years.

وَتَغَنَّينا بِحِذقٍ

وَتَغَنَّينا بِحِذقٍ

يا دِيارَ الظاعِنينا

يا دِيارَ الظاعِنينا

And we sang with skill:

And we sang with skill

And we began to sing with skillful art:

"O dwellings of those who have gone away!"

Oh home of the yearning

"O dwelling places of the ones who left!

فَاِسقِنا حَتّى أَوانِ ال

فَاِسقِنا حَتّى أَوانِ ال

حَجِّ لا تَسقِ الضَنينا

حَجِّ لا تَسقِ الضَنينا

So give us drink until the time of the

Quench our thirst until the time of Pilgrimage

So pour for us until the season of

pilgrimage; do not give drink to the miser.

Do not deprive the thirsty

The Pilgrimage; serve not the stingy one."