وَعامٍ كَسانا ثِيابَ السُّرور

وجَرَّ علَينا ذُيولَ الطَّرَبْ

A year has dressed us in robes of joy,

And drawn behind it trails of rapture.

وَلَمّا خَلَعْنا بُرودَ الهُموم

وفيه أزَلْنا رُسومَ الكرَبْ

When we cast off the frost of sorrows,

And therein shed the ways of distress.

بِهِ أَنجُم السّعْدِ قَد أَشْرَقَتْ

ونَجْمُ النّحوساتِ أرِّخْ غَرَبْ

In it the stars of fortune have shone,

And the star of misfortunes has set its decline.