وَمُثْمِرَةٍ بِعُيُونِ الظِّبَاءِ

تَحَلَّتْ بِسُنْدُسِ أَوْرَاقِهَا

With blossoms bright eyed by the gazelles

And a fruitful tree bearing the eyes of gazelles,

Adorned with leaves of silken sheen

Adorned in the fine green silk of its leaves,

إِذَا رَاءَهَا مَنْ بِهِ شَجَنٌ

حَبَتْهُ السُّرُورَ بِإِيرَاقِهَا

When seen by one whose heart doth dwell

Whenever one burdened with sorrow beholds it,

On thoughts of joy, it glows serene

It bestows joy upon him through its sprouting foliage.