أَهْدَى لَنَا الْخِيرِيُّ فِي الرَّوْضَهْ

عَرْفَ خُيُورٍ فِيكَ مُبْيَضَّهْ

The generous man offered us in the garden

The gillyflower in the garden has gifted us

The fragrance of bountiful meadows

The fragrance of pure, radiant virtues found within you.

أَصْفَرُهُ الْفَاقِعُ مِنْ ذَهَبٍ

وَالأَبْيَضُ النَّاصِعُ مِنْ فِضَّهْ

Its golden flowers dazzling like gold

Its bright yellow is forged from gold,

And its white blossoms glistening like silver

And its pristine white is cast from silver.

وَالأَحْمَرُ الْفَاقِعُ وَجْنَةُ مَنْ

أَغْرَى بِكُلِّ الْمُبْتَلَى بَعْضَهْ

Its red flowers blazing and a beauty spot for

And its vivid red is the cheek of one

He who allures all the afflicted with part of it

Whose mere fraction has wholly captivated the afflicted lover;

سَرَى إِلَيْهِ خُفْيَةً خَجَلٌ

فَعَضَّهُ فِي خَدِّهِ عَضَّهْ

Timidity crept to it bashfully

A blush of shyness crept up on him in secret,

And bit its cheek with its bite

And placed a tender bite upon his cheek.

لَوْلاَ ذُبُولٌ يَعْتَرِيهِ جَنىً

قُلْتُ أَيَادِي السَّيِّدِ الْغَضَّهْ

If it were not for some withering that afflicts its harvest

Were it not for the wilting that afflicts it when plucked,

I would say it is the fresh hands of the Lord

I would have said it was the tender hands of the master,

جَادَتْ بِهَا كَفٌّ لَهُ سَمَحَتْ

مَا عَرَفَتْ مُذْ بَسَطَتْ قَبْضَهْ

A palm that is generous to it has bestowed

Bestowed by a generous palm of his that freely gives,

It has not known stinginess since it opened its grasp

Which has never known a closed fist since the day it opened.

دَامَ عُلاَهُ وَالْمُنَى قَائِمٌ

بَيْنَ يَدَيْهِ صَادِقُ النَّهْضَهْ

May his supremacy last, and purpose remains

May his eminence endure, with hopes standing ready

In front of him, true to the covenant

Before him, true and steadfast in their ascent.