وَرَوضٍ كَساهُ الطَلُّ وَشياً مُجَدَّداً

وَرَوضٍ كَساهُ الطَلُّ وَشياً مُجَدَّداً

فَأَضحى مُقيماً لِلنُفوسِ وَمُقعِدا

فَأَضحى مُقيماً لِلنُفوسِ وَمُقعِدا

And a garden the dew clothed in fresh embroidery,

A garden clothed in dew and garments renewed

So it made souls rise and sit.

Becoming a sojourn for souls and place to repose

إِذا ما اِنسِكابُ الماءِ عايَنتَ خِلتَهُ

إِذا ما اِنسِكابُ الماءِ عايَنتَ خِلتَهُ

وَقَد كَسَّرَتهُ راحَةُ الريحِ بُرِّدا

وَقَد كَسَّرَتهُ راحَةُ الريحِ بُرِّدا

When you beheld the flowing water, you fancied it—

When the water's outpour you espy its bareness

With the wind’s palm rippling it—a striped cloak.

The winds have shattered it, coldness imposed

وَإِن سَكَنَت عَنهُ حَسِبتَ صَفاءَهُ

وَإِن سَكَنَت عَنهُ حَسِبتَ صَفاءَهُ

حُساماً صَقيلاً صافِيَ المَتنِ جُرِّدا

حُساماً صَقيلاً صافِيَ المَتنِ جُرِّدا

And if the wind fell still, you took its clarity for

Though stilled be the winds, its clarity you’d suppose

A polished sword, its blade spotless, drawn bare.

A bare, burnished sword, blade so smooth and exposed

وَغَنَّت بِهِ وُرقُ الحَمائِمُ حَولَنا

وَغَنَّت بِهِ وُرقُ الحَمائِمُ حَولَنا

غِناءً يُنَسّيكَ الغَريضَ وَمَعبَدا

غِناءً يُنَسّيكَ الغَريضَ وَمَعبَدا

And gray doves sang there around us,

The doves' leaves around us then sing pleasant tones

A song that makes you forget al-Gharid and Maʿbad.

Melodies that soothe, where troubles decomposed

فَلا تَجفُوَنَّ الدَهرَ مادامَ مُسعِداً

فَلا تَجفُوَنَّ الدَهرَ مادامَ مُسعِداً

وَمَدَّ السُرى ما قَد حَباكَ بِهِ يَدا

وَمَدَّ السُرى ما قَد حَباكَ بِهِ يَدا

So never spurn Time as long as it brings happiness,

Resent not time whilst it grants you comfort and ease

And night travel extended what it had already bestowed on you—a hand [wording unclear].

And reaching goals for which you’ve pursued

وَخُذها مُداماً مِن غَزالٍ كَأَنَّهُ

وَخُذها مُداماً مِن غَزالٍ كَأَنَّهُ

إِذا ما سَقى بَدراً تَحَمَّلَ فَرقَدا

إِذا ما سَقى بَدراً تَحَمَّلَ فَرقَدا

And take wine from a gazelle who seems,

Taking life as a fawn, that when sating thirst

When he pours, a full moon bearing Farqad.

Drank the full moon, then rested subdued