نَحْنُ فِي رَوْضَةٍ وَزَهْرٍ وَنَهْرٍ

نَحْنُ فِي رَوْضَةٍ وَزَهْرٍ وَنَهْرٍ

وَمُدامٍ كَالشَّمْسِ مِن كَفِّ بَدْرِ

وَمُدامٍ كَالشَّمْسِ مِن كَفِّ بَدْرِ

We are in a garden, with flowers and a river,

We are in a garden of flowers and a stream

and wine like the sun, from a full moon’s hand,

With wine like the sun from a full moon's palm

وَمُغَنٍّ قَدْ راسِلَتْهُ الشَّحارِي

وَمُغَنٍّ قَدْ راسِلَتْهُ الشَّحارِي

رُ فَأَغْنَتْ عَن جَسِّ عُوْدٍ وَزَمْرِ

رُ فَأَغْنَتْ عَن جَسِّ عُوْدٍ وَزَمْرِ

and a singer with whom the blackbirds have exchanged songs,

And a singer serenaded by songbirds

making lute-strumming and piping needless.

His voice better than oud or flute

أَنْتَ رُوحٌ وَنَحْنُ جِسْمٌ فَإنْ غِبْ

أَنْتَ رُوحٌ وَنَحْنُ جِسْمٌ فَإنْ غِبْ

تَ فَإنَّ القُلُوبَ تُكْوَى بِجَمْرِ

تَ فَإنَّ القُلُوبَ تُكْوَى بِجَمْرِ

You are the soul, and we the body; if you are absent,

You are a spirit and we are bodies

then surely hearts are seared with embers.

If you're absent, hearts are seared by embers

إنَّ كَفّاً إلَيْكَ قَدْ كَتَبَتْهَا

إنَّ كَفّاً إلَيْكَ قَدْ كَتَبَتْهَا

تَتَهادَى ما بَيْنَ سُكْرٍ وَشُكْرِ

تَتَهادَى ما بَيْنَ سُكْرٍ وَشُكْرِ

Indeed, the hand that has written this to you

A palm extended to you has written

sways between drunkenness and gratitude.

Wavering between drunkenness and thanks