1. April restored to the hills and trees
What the months of cold and rain had dispersed

2. And the earth revealed what it had been hiding
Fearing the wind and the weather from relics

3. As if it were a maiden unveiling her tresses
In a place hidden from people's eyes

4. So it is not disturbed by revealing its beauty
Nor takes cover fearing any glance

5. How magnificent is the giant mountain flooded
With serenity while wearing its vibrant dress

6. For thunder has no bombardment on its shoulders
And snow leaves no trace in its valleys

7. Flowers climb it, every hillside
And scatter their colors on every incline

8. And a flock of colorful butterflies swarmed
Intoxicated by the fragrance dispersed in the air

9. And the morning breezes arrived carrying
The meadow's calm and remains of the dawn's charm

10. Flowing, infusing in us from their freshness
What the soul infuses in dormant bodies from numbness

11. And in the plains, the fig extends its arms
As if preparing the farmers for the fruit

12. And the water murmurs over the pebbles
More pleasing to the ear than the melody of a lute

13. Coming playfully at times, and whispering
At others, as lovers whisper in caution

14. It is spring walking on earth enlivening it
Like the soul reviving the limbs of one dying

15. Restoring its soft youth after it dried up
And surrendered to the lethargy of old age

16. Adorning it with all kinds of necklaces
And sprinkling its colors even on stone

17. Leaving no spot without passing by it
Leaving behind a trace of its fragrant tail

18. What a paradise it would be, the finest
Among the heavens, were it not for man's neglect

19. Its days are for the wandering eyes’ delight
And its nights for love and conversation

20. But its people do not care for it
As if devoid of the blessing of sight

21. Around them, a world whose beauty
Transcends imagination, yet they are dead from boredom

22. The river of life is near their pillows
Yet they are thirsty without roses or friends

23. They are barred from it by sacred customs
That shackle their souls to past ages

24. So the joy of the spirit is beyond their perceptions
And love to them is an unforgivable sin

25. And nothing touches a chord in their hearts
The whispering breeze, the magic of night and moon

26. As if an invisible wall surrounds them
And wraps them in unrelenting darkness

27. So they revolve like oxen fettered
To waterwheels until the end of their lives