أيا حُسْنَها من روضةٍ ضاع نَشْرُهَا

أيا حُسْنَها من روضةٍ ضاع نَشْرُهَا

فَنادَتْ عَلَيهِ في الرياضِ طيورُ

فَنادَتْ عَلَيهِ في الرياضِ طيورُ

Oh, how lovely a garden, whose fragrance has spread!

Oh, her beauty, like a garden whose blossoms are scattered,

Then birds called out over it among the gardens.

The birds called to it in the meadows.

ودُولابُهَا أَضْحَى تُعَدُّ ضُلُوعُهُ

ودُولابُهَا أَضْحَى تُعَدُّ ضُلُوعُهُ

لِكَثْرَةِ ما يبكي بها ويدُورُ

لِكَثْرَةِ ما يبكي بها ويدُورُ

And its waterwheel’s ribs can now be counted,

And its wheel has begun to count its ribs

From so much weeping and turning there.

Because of the abundance of what weeps around it and turns.