دُعيتَ فَأَصْغِ لِداعي الطَّرَبْ

دُعيتَ فَأَصْغِ لِداعي الطَّرَبْ

وطاب لَكَ الدهرُ فاشْرَبْ وَطِبْ

وطاب لَكَ الدهرُ فاشْرَبْ وَطِبْ

You have been invited; so heed joy's caller.

You are called, so listen to the caller of joy

And time has grown pleasant for you: drink and be merry.

And life is sweet for you, so drink and relish

وهذا بَشيرُ الربيع الجديد

وهذا بَشيرُ الربيع الجديد

يُبَشِّرُنَا أَنَّهُ قَدْ قَرُبْ

يُبَشِّرُنَا أَنَّهُ قَدْ قَرُبْ

And this is the herald of the new spring,

This is the herald of the new spring

Bringing us glad tidings that it has drawn near:

Bringing us tidings that it has drawn near

بَهَارٌ يَروقُ بِمِسْكٍ ذَكِيٍّ

بَهَارٌ يَروقُ بِمِسْكٍ ذَكِيٍّ

وصُنعٍ بَديعٍ وخَلْقٍ عَجَبْ

وصُنعٍ بَديعٍ وخَلْقٍ عَجَبْ

Narcissus, delighting with fragrant musk,

A spring that delights with fine musk

And exquisite craftsmanship and wondrous form.

And wondrous making and marvelous nature

غصونُ الزَّبَرْجَدِ قَدْ أَوْرَقَتْ

غصونُ الزَّبَرْجَدِ قَدْ أَوْرَقَتْ

لَنَا فِضَّةً نَوَّرَتْ بالذَّهَبْ

لَنَا فِضَّةً نَوَّرَتْ بالذَّهَبْ

Boughs of chrysolite have sprouted

The branches of the barberry have leafed

Silver for us, blossoming with gold.

Giving us silver that shines with gold

إذا جُمِعَتْ فِي جِبالِ الحَرِيرِ

إذا جُمِعَتْ فِي جِبالِ الحَرِيرِ

وقَامَتْ أَمامك مِثلَ اللُّعَبْ

وقَامَتْ أَمامك مِثلَ اللُّعَبْ

When they are gathered in mountains of silk,

When gathered on hills of silk

And stand before you like dolls,

And standing before you like playthings

فَمِنْ حَقِّها أَنْ تَرى الشَّارِبينَ

فَمِنْ حَقِّها أَنْ تَرى الشَّارِبينَ

وَقَدْ نَفَّقَتْ سُوقُهُمْ بالنُّخَّبْ

وَقَدْ نَفَّقَتْ سُوقُهُمْ بالنُّخَّبْ

So their due is to behold the drinkers,

It is their due to see the drinkers

While their market has flourished with quaffers,

As their market overflows with finesse

وأَنْ تَسْألوا اللهَ طُولَ البَقَاءِ

وأَنْ تَسْألوا اللهَ طُولَ البَقَاءِ

لِعَبْدِ المَلِيكِ مَليكِ العَرَبْ

لِعَبْدِ المَلِيكِ مَليكِ العَرَبْ

And for you to ask God for long life

That you may ask God for lasting days

For ʿAbd al-Malīk, king of the Arabs.

For the slave of the King, the King of Arabs

فلولا مَحاسِنُهُ لَمْ تَرُقْ

فلولا مَحاسِنُهُ لَمْ تَرُقْ

ولولا شمائِلُهُ لَمْ تَطِبْ

ولولا شمائِلُهُ لَمْ تَطِبْ

For without his virtues, they would not charm,

For were it not for his beauties, life would not be sweet

And without his noble qualities, they would not be fragrant.

And were it not for his qualities, life would not relish