لو كان للنُّوروزِ لمّا أتى

فمٌ ولفظٌ مٌعرِبٌ أو لِسانْ

If Nouroz could speak when it came,

With a mouth and articulating words or a tongue,

ناداك أنت العِيد يا عِيدَ مَن

عَيَّد والنَّوْروز والمِهرَجان

It would call out to you, “You are the feast, O feast of one

Who celebrated Nouroz and the festival.”

لو جَلَّ عن قَدْرِ الْعِيانِ امرُؤٌ

لِلفضلِ ما نالك مِنّا العِيان

If a man transcended his mortal state,

He still wouldn’t attain your merit through excellence.

أوتيتَ في المَهدِ العُلا والنَّدَى

وخصّك اللهُ بحسْنِ البيانْ

You were granted glory and bounty in the cradle,

And God graced you with eloquence.

فما عسى يُحصِيهِ فيك الثنا

وأنتَ عالي القَدْرِ عن كلّ شان

So how can praise enumerate your qualities,

When you are of such lofty merit beyond all affairs?

يا حُسنَ ما أَصبحَ يسمو بِه

يا صفوةَ الرّحمانِ مِنك الحَنان

O, the beauty with which you rise is sublime,

O, quintessence of the Merciful, your affection is warmth.

قد سافرتْ فيك بمَدْحي الورى

وغرّدتْ فيك بشِعري القِيانْ

The worlds have traveled in praising you through my verse,

And my poems have trilled for you.

وسالمتْني منذ نَوَّهْت بي

سودُ الرّزايا وخُطوبُ الزمان

Since I started composing in your honor,

The sorrows of calamities and trials of time have bid me well.

لا زلتَ تَبقى قاهِراً لِلعِدا

بالغَ ما أمّلتَ عالي المكان

You still remain vanquishing the enemies,

Attaining the utmost heights of the abode.