قَد عُنوِنَ الرَوضُ وَيكَ بِالخُضَرِ

قَد عُنوِنَ الرَوضُ وَيكَ بِالخُضَرِ

وَسُجِّيَ العودُ وَيكَ بِالوَتَرِ

وَسُجِّيَ العودُ وَيكَ بِالوَتَرِ

The garden has indeed been given a heading, mind you, in green;

The garden has been adorned with greenery

And the lute has been clothed, mind you, with the string.

And the lute has been strung with melody

وَاِبتَدَرَت أَغصُنٌ دَفاتِرُها

وَاِبتَدَرَت أَغصُنٌ دَفاتِرُها

فيها خُطوطُ النُوّارِ وَالثَمَرِ

فيها خُطوطُ النُوّارِ وَالثَمَرِ

And branches have hastened forth; their notebooks

Branches have opened their notebooks

Contain lines of blossoms and fruit.

In which are lines of light and fruit

فَاِشرَب عَلى كاتِبِ السَحابِ فَقَد

فَاِشرَب عَلى كاتِبِ السَحابِ فَقَد

أَعجَمَ بِالقَطرِ أَحرُفَ الزَهَرِ

أَعجَمَ بِالقَطرِ أَحرُفَ الزَهَرِ

So drink to the scribe of the clouds, for he has

So drink to the writer of the clouds for he

Dotted the letters of the flowers with raindrops.

Has dotted the letters of flowers with drops

فَما لَهُ في دَواتِهِ قَلَمٌ

فَما لَهُ في دَواتِهِ قَلَمٌ

يَنقُطُ حَرفاً إِلّا مِنَ المَطَرِ

يَنقُطُ حَرفاً إِلّا مِنَ المَطَرِ

For he has no pen in his inkwell

In his inkwell there is no pen

That dots a letter, save a pen of rain.

That can write a letter but rain