ودونكَها يا رَوْضَةَ الجُودِ والنَّدى

بواكيرَ زهرِ مِثْلِ نَشْرِكَ مِعْطارِ

With you lies its fragrance, O garden of generosity and dew

First fruits of a flower, like your scattering of perfume

بَعثْتَ بها عَنْ خَجْلةٍ وتوَقُّفٍ

فَمِنْ سَفَهٍ إتحافُ رَوْضٍ بِنُوَّارِ

You sent it from shyness and hesitation

So it would be foolish for a garden to gift light