لَنا رَوضٌ يُقَصِّرُ عَنهُ شَرحي

لَنا رَوضٌ يُقَصِّرُ عَنهُ شَرحي

وَأَنداءٌ حَبائِلُ كُلِّ سَمحِ

وَأَنداءٌ حَبائِلُ كُلِّ سَمحِ

We have a garden beyond my description,

We have a garden beyond my power to describe,

And gatherings that ensnare every generous soul;

And friends who embrace all generosity,

وَصافِيَةٌ يَطوفُ بِها غَزالٌ

وَصافِيَةٌ يَطوفُ بِها غَزالٌ

لَهُ صُدغٌ كَلَيلٍ فَوقَ صُبحِ

لَهُ صُدغٌ كَلَيلٍ فَوقَ صُبحِ

And clear wine carried round by a gazelle,

And a gazelle who roams there,

Whose temple-lock is like night above dawn.

With a cheek like a soft night above the dawn.

فَلا تَقعُدُ عَنِ العَيشِ المُهَنّا

فَلا تَقعُدُ عَنِ العَيشِ المُهَنّا

وَلا تَدفَع بِخُلقِكَ صَدرَ نَصحي

وَلا تَدفَع بِخُلقِكَ صَدرَ نَصحي

So do not hold back from a life of pleasure,

So do not withdraw from a life of ease,

Nor, through your temperament, reject the opening of my counsel.

Nor with your nature repel my true advice,

فَإِنَّ الزَهرَ غَرَّةُ كُلِّ قَصفٍ

فَإِنَّ الزَهرَ غَرَّةُ كُلِّ قَصفٍ

كَما التَشبيبُ غَرَّةَ كُلِّ مَدحِ

كَما التَشبيبُ غَرَّةَ كُلِّ مَدحِ

For blossoms are the bright opening of every revel,

For flowers are the prime of every branch,

Just as love verse is the bright opening of every praise poem.

Just as youth is the prime of all praise.