1. The land adorned with embroidery and dissolved
The garden between crowned and garlanded

2. The flowers between blossoming and clustering
The streams between restrained and meandering

3. The water which the breeze has polished in its basin
Adorning the gardens in embroidered gowns

4. Its banks bent over its surface
Confused between speech and murmuring

5. Not the rhymed prose of its companion in its shade
But the delusions of those adornments

6. Welcome days of spring in their goodness
The intimacy of youth and stroll of the afflicted

7. A time gentler in affection than traits
And sweeter than the first days of youth

8. Its nightingales provoke longing in nightingales
And many a nightingale stirs for a bulbul

9. Marvel at it like a standing festival
Between wilderness and meadows ringing with joy

10. It has gathered for it the armies of its beauty
And came with its regiments in hordes

11. So the birds sing and the stream applauds
The reeds dance and the flowers shine

12. And the brides of the trees reveal themselves in adornments
Of green, not like a bride’s face when unveiled

13. You will not see a wedding more beautiful than it
In the eyes of the ardent if absent from the eyes of the dissipated

14. So turn to the cheek of time in its life
And observe the beauty of the approaching spring

15. Divert your glance in the clarity of its book
Until it becomes distinctly clear from the ambiguous

16. And if the evening of its light obscures you
Repair to the darkness of its shadow and kohl your eyes

17. Whoever has not witnessed the unseen beauty
Does not know what manifest beauty is

18. For beauty is what its proofs of merit have clarified
To the discerning as is its clarity to the unmindful

19. And many a rose of a sand dune has revived
A goblet whose light flares in fingers

20. The dew drops glisten on its sides
Marvel at the water and fire it has contained

21. Hidden in its shade, it has smiled
From behind a veil and breathed from a screen

22. The blossoms did not open their gates
Except to sip the perfume of those necklaces

23. No, and its spring’s eyes did not freeze
Except for jealousy of it or before it

24. These nightingales compose rhymed prose for drinking it
Singing and reciting in the first mode

25. Alas! Reviver of my sorrow, you have revived for me
Regret of the ardent, return it to me and change it

26. What excuse while the roses are the goal of her love
If she did not sing of its beauty and rhyme about it?

27. For the garden has opened shyness on its cheek
Plucking a rose and the shyness of the bashful

28. Strange that even beauty falls in love with some of itself
Cupid has envied coquetry

29. Subtle kindness which the creation could not describe
Glory to its Exalted Creator