جَلَّ صَنِيعْ الْبَدِيعْ

الْفَاعِلُ الْمُخْتَارْ

The Maker's work is excellently done

Exalted is the creation of the Originator,

The Choosing Doer chose wisely

The Doer of His own free will;

حَلَّى الرَّبِيعْ الرَّفِيعْ

بِحِلْيَةِ النُّوَّارْ

The gentle spring is beautifully adorned

He adorned the exalted spring

With the raiment of light

With the ornament of blossoms.

سِرٌّ بَدِيعْ فِي مُذِيعْ

سَرَائِرِ الأَزْهَارْ

A wondrous secret lies in the widespread

A wondrous secret lies in what reveals

Secrets of the flowers

The hidden mysteries of the flowers.

اَلرَّوْضُ رَاضْ وَهْوَ رَاضْ

غُصُونَ أَشْجَارِهْ

The garden is pleased and it is pleasing

The garden tames, and is content with

The branches of its trees

The branches of its trees;

شِفَا الْمِرَاضْ فِي مَرَاضْ

جُفُونِ أَنْوَارِهْ

Healed the sick in the sickbeds

The cure for the sick lies in the languor

With the rays of its lights

Of the eyelids of its blooms.

صَحَّ الْعَلِيلْ مِنْ عَلِيلْ

نَسِيمِهِ الْمِعْطَارْ

The ailing recovered from the ailing

The sick are healed by the gentle

With its fragrant breeze

Breath of its fragrant breeze,

إِذْ فِي مُمِيلْ النَّحِيلْ

مِنْ غُصْنِهِ أَسْرَارْ

When in the incline of the slender

For in the swaying of the slender

Are secrets from its branch

Among its branches are secrets,

وَفِي مَسِيلْ سَلْسَبِيلْ

مِيَاهِهِ اسْتِعْبَارْ

And in the waters flowing down

And in the flowing of the sweet

Is lively vigor

Waters is a shedding of tears.

فِعْلُهُ مَاضْ عِنْدَ قَاضْ

أَفْكَارِ زُوَّارِهْ

Its action is approved by the Judge

Its effect is decisive before the judge

Of thoughts of its visitors

Of the thoughts of its visitors,

إِذْ لاَ اعْتِرَاضْ فِي افْتِرَاضْ

نُقُودِ أَزْهَارِهْ

Since there is no objection in supposition

For there is no objection to the taking

Of the scents of its flowers

Of the coins of its flowers,

وَلاَ جُنَاحْ فِي مُبَاحْ

أَلْحَانِ وَرْشَانِهْ

Nor wrong in the permitted

And there is no sin in the permissible

Songs and poetry

Melodies of its wood-pigeons,

وَهَلْ يُتَاحْ اِرْتِيَاحْ

إِلاَّ بِرَيْحَانِهْ

And is comfort attained

And is comfort ever granted

Except through its basil?

Except through its sweet basil?

تَرْوِي الرِّيَاحْ عَنْ صِحَاحْ

آثَارِ نَيْسَانِهْ

The winds narrate about the correct

The winds narrate from the authentic

Traces of its April

Traces of its April,

مَنْ فِي الرِّيَاضْ وَالْحِيَاضْ

أَجَلُّ أَوْطَارِهْ

Whoever is in the gardens and ponds

That whoever seeks in the gardens and pools

Is best of its shapes

The greatest of his desires,

فِيهُ تُرَاضْ عَنْ تَرَاضْ

بَنَاتِ أَفْكَارِهْ

In it quenched from quenched

Will tame within them, by mutual consent,

Are daughters of its thoughts

The daughters of his thoughts.