قَدِ اكْتَسَى الْعُرْيَانْ

مِنْ مَائِسِ الأَغْصَانْ

The bareness has been clothed

Of the swaying branches

بِالسُّنْدُسِ

وَطَرَّزَ الْبُسْتَانْ

In fine green silk,

And the garden was embroidered

بِالْوَرْدِ وَالرَّيْحَانْ

وَالنَّرْجِسِ

With roses and sweet basil

And narcissus.

هَبَّتْ بِهِ الأَزْهَارْ

بِنَسْمَةِ الأَسْحَارْ

The flowers within it stirred

By the breeze of dawn

مِنَ الْوَسَنْ

وَهَاجَتِ الأَطْيَارْ

From their slumber,

And the birds were roused

بِرَائِقِ الأَشْعَارْ

أُمُّ الْحَسَنْ

With pristine verses

Of the nightingale,

تُسَبِّحُ الْجَبَّارْ

اَلْوَاحِدَ الْقَهَّارْ

Glorifying the Almighty,

The One, the Subduer,

مُولِي الْمِنَنْ

مَنْ عَلَّمَ الأَزْمَانْ

The Bestower of blessings,

He who taught the passing ages

بِمُذْهِبِ الأَشْجَانْ

عَنْ مُبْلِسِ

With the dispeller of sorrows

For the despairing soul,

وَكَلَّلَ الأَفْنَانْ

بِنُورِهَا الْفَيْنَانْ

And crowned the boughs

With lush, radiant blossoms

ذِي النَّفَسِ

فَالرَّوْضُ فِي نَشْرِ

Of sweet, fragrant breath.

Thus the garden spreads its scent,

يَبُثُّ بِالْفَجْرِ

سِرَّ الزَّهَرْ

Revealing at dawn

The secret of the flowers,

وَالأَرْضُ فِي حَشْرِ

كَتَائِبِ النَّوْرِ

While the earth gathers

Battalions of blossoms

ذَاتِ الْغُرَرْ

يُكْسَى مُلَى الْبِشْرِ

Bearing bright, shining faces;

Clothed in robes of gladness

بِبُسْطِهَا الْخُضْرِ

مَنِ اعْتَبَرْ

Upon its green carpets

Is he who takes heed.

شِمْ بَارِقَ السُّلْوَانْ

يَا ذَا الأَسَى الْيَقْضَانْ

Behold the lightning-flash of solace,

O you of wakeful sorrow,

فِي الْخُلَسِ

فَسَلْوَةُ الأَحْزَانْ

In these stolen moments,

For the comfort of griefs

فِي نَفْحَةِ الْبُسْتَانْ

بِا لْغَلَسْ

Lies in the garden's fragrant breath

In the twilight of dawn.