1. O what a day when on our heads
We braid wreaths,
١. يَا حَبَّذَا يَوْمُنَا وَنَحْنُ عَلَى
رُؤُوسِنا نَعْقِدُ الأَكَالِيْلاَ
2. In a garden made smooth for its picker
Whose fruits bow down in meekness,
٢. فِي جَنَّةٍ ذُلِّلَتْ لِقَاطِفِهَا
قُطُوفُهَا الدَّانِيَاتُ تَذْلِيْلاَ
3. As if its apple trees leaned over
Bending boughs that bear and are borne,
٣. كَأَنَّ أُتْرُجَّهَا تَمِيْلُ بِهِ
أَغْصَانُهَا حَامِلاً وَمَحْمُولاَ
4. Chains of aquamarine carried
By yellowish gold, little bells.
٤. سَلاَسِلٌ مِنْ زَبَرْجَدٍ حَمَلَتْ
مِنْ ذَهَبٍ أًصْفَرٍ قَنَادِيْلاَ