جاءَ الرّبيعُ وَقَد وَلّى الشتا هَرَباً

وَالرّوضُ بِالزّهرِ أَبدى حُسَن حليتِهِ

Spring has come and winter has fled away

The garden in blossom shows its beauty

وَالبانُ فيهِ لَقَد وافى يُبَشِّرنا

أَما تَراهُ أَرانا قَلبَ فَروَتهِ

The nightingale in it has come to give us good news

Don't you see it showing us the richness of its heart