وَرَدَ الوَردُ سافِراً عَن خُدودِ

وَرَدَ الوَردُ سافِراً عَن خُدودِ

أَقبَلَت لِلتَقبيلِ بَعدَ الصُدودِ

أَقبَلَت لِلتَقبيلِ بَعدَ الصُدودِ

The rose arrived, unveiling cheeks

The rose arrived a traveler from cheeks

That came forward for kissing after turning away,

It came to kiss after the aloofness

قائِلاً وَالمَقالُ يُفهَمُ عَنهُ

قائِلاً وَالمَقالُ يُفهَمُ عَنهُ

بِلِسانِ التَسبيحِ وَالتَمجيدِ

بِلِسانِ التَسبيحِ وَالتَمجيدِ

Saying—and its words are understood—

Saying, and the saying is understood from it

In the language of praise and glorification:

With the tongue of glorification and praise

بادروا لَذَّةَ الزَّمانِ فَما فا

بادروا لَذَّةَ الزَّمانِ فَما فا

تَ مِنَ العَيشِ لَيسَ بِالمَردودِ

تَ مِنَ العَيشِ لَيسَ بِالمَردودِ

Hasten to time's delights, for what has passed

Hasten to enjoy the pleasure of time, for nothing

Of life cannot be restored.

Of life returns once passed

بادِروا فَاِقَتَضُوا بَناتِ كُرُومٍ

بادِروا فَاِقَتَضُوا بَناتِ كُرُومٍ

وَالعَجوزَ البِكرَ اِبنَةَ العُنقُودِ

وَالعَجوزَ البِكرَ اِبنَةَ العُنقُودِ

Hasten, then deflower the daughters of vines

Hurry and pluck ripe vine grapes

And the aged virgin, daughter of the grape cluster.

And the old vintage, daughter of the clustered vine

إِنَّ فَصلَ الرَبيعِ بورِكَ فَصلاً

إِنَّ فَصلَ الرَبيعِ بورِكَ فَصلاً

طيبٌ نَشرُهُ قَشيبُ البُرودِ

طيبٌ نَشرُهُ قَشيبُ البُرودِ

Indeed, the season of spring—blessed be that season!—

The spring season is blessed in its prime

Is sweet in fragrance, with fresh, fine mantles.

Its fine blowing fragrance spreads from the cold

حَيثُما دُرتَ لا تَرى غَيرَ ديبا

حَيثُما دُرتَ لا تَرى غَيرَ ديبا

جٍ أَنيقٍ بِهِ وَدُرٍّ نَضيدِ

جٍ أَنيقٍ بِهِ وَدُرٍّ نَضيدِ

Wherever you turn, you see nothing but brocade

Wherever you turn you see naught but beautiful

Of exquisite beauty there, and pearls strung in rows.

Gazelles graced with charm and grace

يَتَمنّى كُلُّ الزَمانِ بِأَن كا

يَتَمنّى كُلُّ الزَمانِ بِأَن كا

نَ رَبيعاً لِفَضلِهِ المَشهودِ

نَ رَبيعاً لِفَضلِهِ المَشهودِ

All time wishes it could be

All of time wishes it were spring

Spring, for its manifest excellence.

For its excellence is well-known

وَكَذا كُلُّ سَيِّدٍ يَتَمَنّى

وَكَذا كُلُّ سَيِّدٍ يَتَمَنّى

أَنَّهُ مِثلُ سَيِّدي مَودُودِ

أَنَّهُ مِثلُ سَيِّدي مَودُودِ

And likewise, every lord wishes

And so every lord wishes

That he were like my lord Mawdud.

He were like my beloved sovereign

مَلِكٌ لَم تَزَل أَياديهِ بيضاً

مَلِكٌ لَم تَزَل أَياديهِ بيضاً

فاتكاتٍ بِالنائِباتِ السودِ

فاتكاتٍ بِالنائِباتِ السودِ

A king whose hands have never ceased to be white,

A king whose hands remained ever white

Striking down black calamities.

Brandishing bright swords in the darkness

صادَ بِالمَكرُماتِ غُرَّ اللَيالي

صادَ بِالمَكرُماتِ غُرَّ اللَيالي

وَشَأى سائِرَ المُلوكِ الصيدِ

وَشَأى سائِرَ المُلوكِ الصيدِ

With noble deeds he captured the radiant nights,

He felled the nights with his generosity

And outstripped all the other proud kings.

And surpassed all other petty kings in munificence

إِنَّ أَيّامَهُ لأَعيادنا بَل

إِنَّ أَيّامَهُ لأَعيادنا بَل

كُلَّ يَومٍ لَنا بِهِ أَلفُ عيدِ

كُلَّ يَومٍ لَنا بِهِ أَلفُ عيدِ

Indeed, his days are our festivals; rather,

Indeed, his days are holidays for us

Each day, through him, brings us a thousand festivals.

For with him each day is a thousand holidays

هُوَ بَدرُ الدينِ الَّذي بِسطاهُ

هُوَ بَدرُ الدينِ الَّذي بِسطاهُ

ذَلَّ أَهلُ التَثليثِ لِلتَوحيدِ

ذَلَّ أَهلُ التَثليثِ لِلتَوحيدِ

He is Badr al-Din, through whose might

He is the full moon of religion whom

The people of the Trinity were humbled before monotheism.

The trinitarians submitted to monotheism

دامَ في العِزِّ مُرغِماً لِلحَسودِ

دامَ في العِزِّ مُرغِماً لِلحَسودِ

في صُعودٍ إِلى مَراقي السُعودِ

في صُعودٍ إِلى مَراقي السُعودِ

May he abide in glory, humbling the envious,

May he remain forever mighty, subduing the envious

Ascending to the heights of good fortune.

Ever rising to the most sublime aspirations