كتابُكَ كالروضِ الذي فاحَ نشرُه

كتابُكَ كالروضِ الذي فاحَ نشرُه

وفاضتْ به الغدرانُ وابتسمَ الزهرُ

وفاضتْ به الغدرانُ وابتسمَ الزهرُ

Your letter is like a garden whose fragrance has spread,

Your book is like a garden in full bloom

And within it the pools overflow and the flowers smile.

Streams overflow with joy and flowers smile

ففي كلَّ سمعِ منه شنْفٌ مرصَّعُ

ففي كلَّ سمعِ منه شنْفٌ مرصَّعُ

وفي كلَّ قطرٍ مِن تأرُّجِه عِطُرُ

وفي كلَّ قطرٍ مِن تأرُّجِه عِطُرُ

For in every ear is a jewel-studded earring from it,

In every ear that hears it shines a pearl

And in every region, perfume from its wafting fragrance.

In every drop of its perfume there is scent

فللّهِ ما تحوي السطورُ التي به

فللّهِ ما تحوي السطورُ التي به

كأنَّ رياضّ الحَزْنِ ما قد حوى السَّطْرُ

كأنَّ رياضّ الحَزْنِ ما قد حوى السَّطْرُ

How wondrous, by God, is what the lines within it contain!

By God, what wonders these lines contain

As though what the line holds were the gardens of the rugged uplands.

As if the gardens of grief the verse transform