الخِضر جرجُسَ قد شدا طير الهنا

الخِضر جرجُسَ قد شدا طير الهنا

واخضرَّ عند قرانهِ عود الصَفا

واخضرَّ عند قرانهِ عود الصَفا

For al-Khidr Jirjis, the bird of joy has sung;

The birds sang when George donned green attire,

and at his marriage the bough of serenity turned green.

And the willow grew verdant by the stream.

فَشَدا بِهِ ارّخ مَليحُ جمالهِ

فَشَدا بِهِ ارّخ مَليحُ جمالهِ

ذي مريمٌ وأَنا دعَوتك يوسُفا

ذي مريمٌ وأَنا دعَوتك يوسُفا

So the one of lovely beauty sang of him—mark the date:

With it he strung a graceful, beautiful bow,

“This is Mary, and I have called you Joseph.”

This son of Mary, whom I called Joseph.