كَلاَمُكَ وَالْحَدَائِقِ فِي نَدَاهَا

كَلاَمُكَ وَالْحَدَائِقِ فِي نَدَاهَا

أَرَقُّ مِنَ النَّوَاسِمِ فِي رُبَاهَا

أَرَقُّ مِنَ النَّوَاسِمِ فِي رُبَاهَا

Your speech—by the gardens in their dew—

Your words are more graceful than the breeze

Your words—by the gardens bathed in morning dew—

Is more delicate than the breezes upon their hills,

Among the gardens as it whispers

Are gentler than the breezes across their hills,

وَأَطْيَبُ فِي أُنُوفِ الذَّوْقِ مِمَّا

وَأَطْيَبُ فِي أُنُوفِ الذَّوْقِ مِمَّا

تَحَمَّلَهُ الْجَآذِرُ فِي طُلَاهَا

تَحَمَّلَهُ الْجَآذِرُ فِي طُلَاهَا

And more fragrant to the noses of taste than what

And more sweet to refined taste

And sweeter to the nostrils of refined taste than what

The wild calves have borne upon their necks.

Than what the roots have extracted in their moisture

The wild gazelles carry upon their graceful necks.

لَهِنَّكَ حَاكِمُ الأُدَبَاءِ طُرًّا

لَهِنَّكَ حَاكِمُ الأُدَبَاءِ طُرًّا

شَرَائِعُهُمْ بَدَا لَكَ مُنْتَهَاهَا

شَرَائِعُهُمْ بَدَا لَكَ مُنْتَهَاهَا

Indeed, you are the arbiter of all men of letters;

For you are the master of literature

Truly, you are the sovereign of all men of letters;

The furthest reach of their laws has become clear to you.

Its laws have become clear to you from start to end

The ultimate bounds of their disciplines have become manifest to you.

فَشِدْ يَا عَبْدَ خَالِقِهِ بِنَاهَا

فَشِدْ يَا عَبْدَ خَالِقِهِ بِنَاهَا

وَحُطْ يَا عَبْدَ خَالِقِهِ حِمَاهَا

وَحُطْ يَا عَبْدَ خَالِقِهِ حِمَاهَا

So raise their edifices, O servant of your Creator,

So march on, servant of its Creator, in building it

So elevate its edifice, O servant of His Creator,

And guard their sanctuary, O servant of your Creator.

And guard, servant of its Creator, in protecting it

And guard its sanctuary, O servant of His Creator.

فَلاَ بَرِحَتْ رِيَاضُ الْعِزِّ تُهْدِي

فَلاَ بَرِحَتْ رِيَاضُ الْعِزِّ تُهْدِي

لِسَعْدِكَ مَا تَأَرَّجَ مِنْ شَذَاهَا

لِسَعْدِكَ مَا تَأَرَّجَ مِنْ شَذَاهَا

So may the gardens of glory never cease to offer

The gardens of glory never ceased to guide

May the gardens of glory never cease to bestow

To your good fortune whatever wafts of their fragrance.

To your happiness whatever aroma arises from its branches

Upon your good fortune whatever diffuses of their fragrance.