رُبَّ أيَّامٍ على القُفْصِ لَنا

لا نرى أمثالَها طولَ الأَبدْ

Many are the days that are ours in the cage,

Days the like of which we'll never see again.

غَضَّةٌ ريحانُنا الغَضُّ بها

أسَدٌ من غابةِ الوَردِ وَرَدْ

Our basil is fresh, and the fierce lion is a rose

From the jungle of flowers. None but us

ما رأى النَّاسُ شُروباً مثلَنا

شربوا الرَّاحَ على وجهِ الأسَدْ

Have drunk the wind straight from the lion's mouth.