زالَ النَهارُ وَنورٌ مِنكَ يوهِمُنا

أَن لَم يَزُل وَلِجُنحِ اللَيلِ إِجنانُ

The day has passed, yet your light still deludes us

The day has passed, yet a light from you beguiles us,

That it has not, though the wings of night pull in

Making us think it remains, though the wing of night descends.

فَإِن يَكُن طَلَبُ البُستانِ يُمسِكُنا

فَرُح فَكُلُّ مَكانٍ مِنكَ بُستانُ

If the garden’s quest is what keeps us awake

If it is the search for a garden that holds us here,

Then rejoice, for every place where you are is a garden

Then go forth, for every place, with you, is a garden.