ناحَت فَواخِتُ سُحبٍ وَكرُها الفَلَكُ

ناحَت فَواخِتُ سُحبٍ وَكرُها الفَلَكُ

بُكاؤُها لِطَواويسِ الرُبى ضَحِكُ

بُكاؤُها لِطَواويسِ الرُبى ضَحِكُ

The ringdoves of the clouds wailed, their nest the firmament.

The cheeks of clouds have wept, and the sky abhors their crying,

Their weeping is laughter to the peacocks of the hills.

Their tears make the small birds laugh.

وَأَنجُمُ النَبتِ تُجلى في قَلائِدِها

وَأَنجُمُ النَبتِ تُجلى في قَلائِدِها

جيدُ السَحابِ الَّتي أَقمارُها البِرَكُ

جيدُ السَحابِ الَّتي أَقمارُها البِرَكُ

And the stars of the plants—in their necklaces is unveiled

The stars of buds reveal themselves in necklaces,

The neck of the clouds, whose moons are the pools.

The cheek of clouds whose moons are blessings.

وَالوَردُ ما بَينَ أَنهارٍ مُدَرَّجَةٍ

وَالوَردُ ما بَينَ أَنهارٍ مُدَرَّجَةٍ

كَأَنَّهُ شَفَقٌ مِن حَولِهِ حُبُكُ

كَأَنَّهُ شَفَقٌ مِن حَولِهِ حُبُكُ

And the roses between terraced streams—

The flowers between the terraced rivers

As though they were a twilight glow, with ripples all around it.

Are like an evening glow surround by love knots.

فَسَقِّنا مِن عَصيرِ الكَرمِ صافِيَةً

فَسَقِّنا مِن عَصيرِ الكَرمِ صافِيَةً

كَأَنَّها الذَهَبُ الإِبريزُ مُنسَبِكُ

كَأَنَّها الذَهَبُ الإِبريزُ مُنسَبِكُ

So pour us clear wine from the juice of the vine,

So serve us the pure juice of vines

As though it were molten, pure gold.

As if it were liquid gold in woven cups.

يُبدي المِزاجُ عَلى كاساتِها حَبَباً

يُبدي المِزاجُ عَلى كاساتِها حَبَباً

كَأَنَّهُ مِن حَريرٍ أَبيَضٍ شَبَكُ

كَأَنَّهُ مِن حَريرٍ أَبيَضٍ شَبَكُ

The admixture raises bubbles upon its goblets,

The wine in the goblets shows affection

As though they were a net of white silk.

As if it were white silk with woven rings.