لِلهِ يَوْمٌ سَقانا اللَّهْوُ وَالْمَطَرُ

لِلهِ يَوْمٌ سَقانا اللَّهْوُ وَالْمَطَرُ

بِهِ وَأُحْمِدَ مِنّا الْوِرْدُ وَالصَّدَرُ

بِهِ وَأُحْمِدَ مِنّا الْوِرْدُ وَالصَّدَرُ

What a wondrous day! Revelry and rain gave us drink

The day when leisure and rain quenched our thirst

on it, and our coming and going were praised.

Is blessed and so are the roses and my joy

يَوْمٌ كَفانا مِنَ اللَّذّاتِ أَنَّ بِهِ

يَوْمٌ كَفانا مِنَ اللَّذّاتِ أَنَّ بِهِ

لَمْ تَطْلُعِ الشَّمْسُ حَتّى زارَنا الْقَمَرُ

لَمْ تَطْلُعِ الشَّمْسُ حَتّى زارَنا الْقَمَرُ

A day—it was pleasure enough for us that on it

A day that sufficed us from pleasures, for in it

the sun did not rise until the moon visited us.

The sun did not rise until the moon visited us

فِي قامَةِ الْغُصْنِ إِلاّ اَنَّهُ رَشَأٌ

فِي قامَةِ الْغُصْنِ إِلاّ اَنَّهُ رَشَأٌ

فِي طَلْعَةِ الْبَدْرِ إِلاّ أَنَّهُ بَشَرُ

فِي طَلْعَةِ الْبَدْرِ إِلاّ أَنَّهُ بَشَرُ

With a bough’s stature, yet a young gazelle;

In the stature of the branch he is but foliage

with the full moon’s countenance, yet a human being.

In the rising of the full moon he is but a harbinger

زِيارَةٌ لَيْتَ يَوْمِي لا يَكُونُ لَهُ

زِيارَةٌ لَيْتَ يَوْمِي لا يَكُونُ لَهُ

فِيها عِشاءٌ وَلَيْلِي ما لَهُ سَحَرُ

فِيها عِشاءٌ وَلَيْلِي ما لَهُ سَحَرُ

A visit! Would that my day had no

Would that my day which hosted it would never end

evening during it, and my night no dawn.

That in it my night has no dawn, and my evening no supper