جادَت عَلَيكَ يَد الرَبيع بِزَنبق

جادَت عَلَيكَ يَد الرَبيع بِزَنبق

يَدعو النَدامى لِارتشاف عَقار

يَدعو النَدامى لِارتشاف عَقار

The hand of spring has bestowed lilies upon you,

The hand of spring has offered you a violet

Inviting drinking companions to sip wine.

Calling the remorseful to sip the cure

أَو ما تَراهُ كَأكوس مِن فضةٍ

أَو ما تَراهُ كَأكوس مِن فضةٍ

قَد موهت أَطرافُهُ بِنضار

قَد موهت أَطرافُهُ بِنضار

Or do you not see them as cups of silver,

Or what you see as a silver chalice

Their rims gilded with pure gold?

Whose edges are softened by blossoms