1. أَيا حُسنَ رَوضٍ بِالشّقائِقِ قَد زَها

    تَميلُ بِها الأَغصانُ مَيلَ التبختُرِ

    Oh, the loveliness of a meadow grown resplendent with red anemones!

    The branches sway with them in a proud, strutting motion;

  2. وَقَد مُلِئَت بِالطلِّ عِندَ اِنفِتاحِها

    صَباحاً فَسَرَّت كلّ قَلبٍ وَمَنظرِ

    And they are filled with dew as they unfold

    in the morning, delighting every heart and every gaze:

  3. كُؤوسٌ مِنَ الياقوتِ فيها مدامَةٌ

    وَأُلصِقَ فيها حَبُّ مِسكٍ وَعَنبَرِ

    Goblets of ruby, holding long-aged wine,

    with grains of musk and ambergris affixed within them.