آمنتُ أنكِ روضةٌ فيها غدا

طيرُ الجمالِ مهللاً ومسبحا

I believe you are a garden, where there went forth

the bird of beauty, proclaiming God’s oneness and glorifying Him.

هذا قوامُك غصنُها الرطبُ الذي

في رأسه زهرُ القرنفل فتِّحا

This figure of yours is its tender bough, at whose

tip the carnation blossoms have opened.