يا مَن غَدا رَوضي وَبُستاني

وَظِلُّ نَسريني وَرَيحاني

O you who have become my garden and orchard

And the shade of my jasmine and basil,

قُم بِحَياتي نَختَلِس صَبحَةً

ما بَينَ أَشجارٍ وَأَغصانِ

Arise with my life and let us steal a morning

Among trees and branches,

عَلى غَديرٍ رَقَّ تَدريجُهُ

كَأَنَّهُ مَقعَدُ سامانِ

By a flowing stream whose murmuring

Is like the seat of idleness.