بُعثنا مِنَ الارنج ماطابَ عَرفُهُ

بُعثنا مِنَ الارنج ماطابَ عَرفُهُ

وَنمَّت عَلى الأَغصانُ مِنهُ نَوافِجُ

وَنمَّت عَلى الأَغصانُ مِنهُ نَوافِجُ

We were sent bitter oranges whose fragrance was sweet.

We were sent orange blossoms with pleasing fragrance

And on the branches their musk-pouches gave off fragrance:

And on the branches bloomed from it white flowers

كُراتٍ من العقيان أُحكِمَ خَرطُها

كُراتٍ من العقيان أُحكِمَ خَرطُها

وَأَيدي النَدامى حَولهنَّ صَوالِجُ

وَأَيدي النَدامى حَولهنَّ صَوالِجُ

Spheres of pure gold, perfectly turned,

Like buttons of pearls, well strung

And the hands of drinking companions around them were polo mallets.

With hands of lovers reaching out like bracelets