قَد حَبا طِفلُ الصَباحِ

قَد حَبا طِفلُ الصَباحِ

بَينَ دَياتِ الرِياحِ

بَينَ دَياتِ الرِياحِ

The infant dawn has begun to crawl

The child of dawn has scattered

among the nursemaid winds.

Among the gusts of wind his mirth;

فَرِدِ العَيشَ المُصَفّى

فَرِدِ العَيشَ المُصَفّى

في حِياضِ الإِصطِباحِ

في حِياضِ الإِصطِباحِ

So drink of unclouded life

So drink the wine of life made pure

in the pools of morning wine.

Within the gardens of rebirth.

لا تُعرِ سَمعَكَ إِلّا

لا تُعرِ سَمعَكَ إِلّا

كُلَّ عَيّارِ المِراحِ

كُلَّ عَيّارِ المِراحِ

Lend your ear only to

Attend no more to wail and sigh

every rogue of merriment.

Of every troubadour of grief,

وَإِذا ماتَ سُرورٌ

وَإِذا ماتَ سُرورٌ

فَاِحيِهِ بِالإِقتِراحِ

فَاِحيِهِ بِالإِقتِراحِ

And when a joy dies,

And if a joy should fade and die

revive it with a suggestion.

Revive it with imagination’s leaf.