عيدٌ بِهِ زَهرَةُ الآدابِ قَد نَفَحَتْ

في شَهر نيسانَ تَهدي الزَّهرَ أَعطارا

A celebration wherein the flowers of literature have blossomed

In the month of April, it offers fragrant flowers

في لَيلةٍ أَبرَزَتْ كَأسَ المُدامِ بِها

وَأَوجهَ الشُّربِ نيراناً وَأَنوارا

On a night that brought forth the cup of wine

And ignited the faces with fires and lights

وَفي الأُسِرَّةِ مِن ذاتِ الأُسرَّةِ ما

أَبدى مِن اللُّطفِ وَالإِخلاصِ أَسرارا

And in the family, from its own kin

Revealed the subtleties of affection and sincerity

أَغارَتِ البَدرَ في قَلبِ الظَلامِ وَقَد

أَعارَتِ الأُفْقَ في الظَّلماءِ أَقمارا

The full moon was envious in the heart of darkness

And lent the horizons its moons in the gloom

لَقَد تَلاقَت بِها الأَنفاسُ ناسِجَةً

وَشياً يُجدِّدُ لِلعرفانِ آثارا

Verily the breaths have converged in it, weaving

A bond that renews the traces of gratitude

مِن كُلِّ نَدبٍ لَهُ في الفَضلِ عارِضةٌ

تُجري مِنَ السِّحرِ في الأَلباب إِسكارا

For every talent it has rivals in virtue

Casting a spell of enchantment in minds

لَلّهِ يا زَهرَةً رَوَّى مَنابِتُها

غَيثٌ مِنَ الأَدبِ المنهلِّ مِدرارا

By Allah, O flower, its roots were watered

With rains of literature, ever-flowing

قَد تَمَّ أَوَّلُ عِقدٍ مِن سِنيكِ فَلا

بَرِحْتَ مِن مثلهِ تَطوينَ أَدهارا

The first knot of your years has been completed

You shall never cease accumulating epochs

أَجَلْ وَاِنَّكِ في قَومٍ نُفوسهُم

لا تَبتَغي بِسِوى الهمَّاتِ أَوطارا

Indeed, you are among a people whose souls

Seek nothing but the highest aspirations

وقيل هَل أَثمَرَت أَرِّخْ بِفاكهةٍ

قُلنا كَفى بِحُصولِ العَقد إِثمارا

And it was said, has it borne fruit? We answered

The forming of the knot suffices as fruiting