1. A celebration wherein the flowers of literature have blossomed
In the month of April, it offers fragrant flowers

2. On a night that brought forth the cup of wine
And ignited the faces with fires and lights

3. And in the family, from its own kin
Revealed the subtleties of affection and sincerity

4. The full moon was envious in the heart of darkness
And lent the horizons its moons in the gloom

5. Verily the breaths have converged in it, weaving
A bond that renews the traces of gratitude

6. For every talent it has rivals in virtue
Casting a spell of enchantment in minds

7. By Allah, O flower, its roots were watered
With rains of literature, ever-flowing

8. The first knot of your years has been completed
You shall never cease accumulating epochs

9. Indeed, you are among a people whose souls
Seek nothing but the highest aspirations

10. And it was said, has it borne fruit? We answered
The forming of the knot suffices as fruiting