يا حُسنَ رَوضٍ غَدا يُهديكَ نَرجِسَهُ

مِن حُسنِ مَنظَرِهِ مِن عَرْفِهِ العَطِرِ

O beauty of a garden, tomorrow it will offer you its narcissus

With the beauty of its sight and its fragrant scent

وَكلّ نَرجِسَةٍ لا شَكَّ تَحسَبُها

شَمساً لَقَد ظَهَرَت في أَوسَطِ القمرِ

And every narcissus, no doubt you will think it

A sun that appeared in the middle of the moon