ما بالُ أَيلولُ يَدعوني وَأَتبَعُهُ

ما بالُ أَيلولُ يَدعوني وَأَتبَعُهُ

إِلى الصَبوحِ كَأَنّي عَبدُ أَيلولِ

إِلى الصَبوحِ كَأَنّي عَبدُ أَيلولِ

Why is it that September calls me and I follow it

Why does September call me and I follow

To morning wine, as though I were September's slave?

To the dawn as if I were September's slave

ما ذاكَ إِلّا لِأَنَّ العَيشَ مُقتَبلٌ

ما ذاكَ إِلّا لِأَنَّ العَيشَ مُقتَبلٌ

وَاللَيلُ مُلتَحفٌ بِالبَردِ وَالطولِ

وَاللَيلُ مُلتَحفٌ بِالبَردِ وَالطولِ

It is only because life is in its prime,

That is only because life is facing towards winter

And night is cloaked in cold and length.

And the night is clothed in cold and length

وَقَد بَدَت طَلَّةٌ شَجواً تُخَبِّرنا

وَقَد بَدَت طَلَّةٌ شَجواً تُخَبِّرنا

عَن الخَريفِ بِقَصفٍ غَيرِ مَملولِ

عَن الخَريفِ بِقَصفٍ غَيرِ مَملولِ

And a light shower has appeared, plaintively telling us

And a few complaints have appeared telling us

Of autumn, with thunder that never grows tiresome.

Of autumn with unfinished harvest

وَلاحَ وَجهُ سهيلٍ فَهوَ جَوهَرَةٌ

وَلاحَ وَجهُ سهيلٍ فَهوَ جَوهَرَةٌ

حَمراءُ قَد رُكِّبَت في وَسطِ إِكليلِ

حَمراءُ قَد رُكِّبَت في وَسطِ إِكليلِ

And Suhail's face has shone forth: it is a jewel,

The face of Suhail appeared and it is a ruby

Red, set at the center of a wreath.

Red placed in the middle of a crown