1. يا حُسنَ مَروحةٍ بديعٍ نظمُها

    بيضاءَ زاهيةٍ تجِلُّ لدينا

    Oh, the beauty of a fan, wondrous in its arrangement,

    White and radiant, held in high esteem by us!

  2. وَالرّيشُ يَحمِلُهُ الهَواءُ وَهَذِهِ

    رِيشٌ لَقَد حَمَل الهَواء إِلَينا

    And feathers are carried by the air, yet these

    Are feathers that have indeed carried the air to us.