النَبتُ بَينَ مَفَضَّضٍ وَمُذَهَّبِ

وَالغَيمُ بَينَ مُشَمِّرٍ وَمُطَنَّبِ

The blossoms amidst the parted and gilded leaves,

The clouds amidst the wrapped and peaked ones,

وَالماءُ بَينَ مَخَوَّدٍ وَمَجوشَنٍ

وَالقُضبُ بَينَ مُكَوَّرٍ وَمُعَصَّبِ

The water amidst the scooped out and tumbling ones,

The twigs amidst the bent and twisted ones,

وَكأَنَّ ريحَ الراحِ في إِبريقِها

نَدٌّ تَضَوَّعَ مِن جَوانِبِ مِشجَبِ

And as if the breeze of comfort in its jug,

A light that got illuminated from the sides of an arbor,

فَاِجلُ الظَلامَ مِنَ الأَسى بِسِراجِها

فَالأَرضِ قَد وَقَدَت سِراجَ القُطرُبِ

So take away the darkness of sorrow with its lantern,

For the land has ignited the lantern of al-qutrub.