حَيَّاكَ ثغرُ الحَيَا النَّظِيمُ

فِي رَوْضَةٍ وَجْهُهَا وَسِيمُ

Greetings to you, o refined mouth of life,

In a garden whose face is beautiful,

صَحَّتْ بِهَا القُضْبُ في التثنِّي

فَاعْتَلَّ فِي وَجْهِهَا النَّسِيمُ

The branches flourished with it, bending over,

As the breeze rose on her face,

وَقَامَ فِي أيْكِهَا خَطِيبٌ

عِنْدِي لَهُ المُقعِد المُقِيمُ

And a preacher stood in her bosom,

For him I have a permanent seat.