سُقياً وَرَعياً لِدَيرِ الزِندَوَردِ وَما

يَحوي وَيَجمَعُ مِن راحٍ وَرَيحانِ

Watered and grazed in the monastery of Zindaward

And what it contains and gathers of comfort and basil,

دَيرٌ تَدورُ بِهِ الأَقداحُ مُتَرَعَةً

مِن كَفِّ ساقٍ مَريضِ الطَرفِ وَسنانِ

A monastery where cups are passed around inebriated

From the palm of a sickly, weak-eyed, toothless man,

وَالعودُ يَتبَعُهُ نايٌ يَوافِقُهُ

وَالشَدوُ يَحكِمُهُ غُصنٌ مِنَ البانِ

The lute accompanies the flute harmoniously,

As the melody is perfected by a twig of ebony,

وَالقَومُ فَوضى تَرى هَذا يُقَبِّلَ ذا

وَذاكَ إِنسانُ سوءٍ فَوقَ إِنسانِ

And the people are chaos, you see this one kissing that one,

And that man is an evil man over another man,

هَذا وَدِجَلَةُ لِلرائينَ مُعرِضَةٌ

وَالطَيرُ يَدعو هَديلاً بَينَ أَغصانِ

This while the Tigris is presented to viewers

And birds call out between branches,

بَرٌّ وَبَحرٌ فَصَيدُ البَرِّ مُقتَرِبٌ

وَالبَحرُ يَسبَحُ شَطّاهُ بِحيتانِ

Land and sea, the land’s game is nearby

And the sea swims its banks with whales.