القُضبُ نَشوى وَالزَهرُ مَخمورُ

القُضبُ نَشوى وَالزَهرُ مَخمورُ

وَالسُحبُ عَبرى وَالرَوضُ مَسرورُ

وَالسُحبُ عَبرى وَالرَوضُ مَسرورُ

The branches are tipsy, and the blossoms drunk.

The twigs are scented and the flowers intoxicated,

And the clouds are tearful, and the garden joyful.

The clouds lament and the meadows are delighted.

فَقُم بِنا نُصطَبِح عَلى زَهرٍ

فَقُم بِنا نُصطَبِح عَلى زَهرٍ

مَنثورُهُ في الرِياضِ مَنثورُ

مَنثورُهُ في الرِياضِ مَنثورُ

So rise with us; let us take our morning draught amid flowers,

Rise with us to greet a flower

Whose stock blossoms are scattered through the gardens.

Whose petals are scattered in the gardens scattered.

فَاللَيلُ قَد ضَمَّ مِسكَهُ وَمَضى

فَاللَيلُ قَد ضَمَّ مِسكَهُ وَمَضى

وَالغَربُ نَدٌّ وَالشَرقُ كافورُ

وَالغَربُ نَدٌّ وَالشَرقُ كافورُ

For night has already gathered up its musk and gone,

For night has folded its musk and departed,

And the west is fragrant incense, and the east camphor.

And the west is a call and the east is camphor.