رَزَقَ اللَهُ أَهلَ باريسَ خَيراً

وَأَرى العَقلَ خَيرَ ما رُزِقوهُ

God has granted the people of Paris goodness

And I see that intellect is the best thing they were given

عِندَهُم لِلثِمارِ وَالزَهرِ مِمّا

تُنجِبُ الأَرضُ مَعرِضٌ نَسَقوهُ

They have an exhibition of fruits and flowers that

The earth produces which they have arranged

جَنَّةٌ تَخلِبُ العُقولَ وَرَوضٌ

تَجمَعُ العَينُ مِنهُ ما فَرَقوهُ

A garden that captivates minds and a meadow

That brings together what the eye has scattered

مَن رَآهُ يَقولُ قَد حُرِموا الفِر

دَوسَ لَكِن بِسِحرِهِم سَرَقوهُ

Whoever sees it says they have been deprived of happiness

Yet with their magic they have stolen it

ما تَرى الكَرمَ قَد تَشاكَلَ حَتّى

لَو رَآهُ السُقاةُ ما حَقَّقوهُ

You won't see vines that are so well matched

That even if the irrigators saw them they wouldn't believe them

يُسكِرُ الناظِرينَ كَرماً وَلَمّا

تَعتَصِرهُ يَدٌ وَلا عَتَّقوهُ

It intoxicates the onlookers with vines yet

No hand has squeezed it nor freed it

صَوَّروهُ كَما يَشاؤونَ حَتّى

عَجِبَ الناسُ كَيفَ لَم يُنطِقوهُ

They pictured it as they wished until

People were amazed at how they didn't make it speak

يَجِدُ المُتَّقي يَدَ اللَهِ فيهِ

وَيَقولُ الجَحودُ قَد خَلَقوهُ

The pious find God's hand in it

Yet the unbeliever says they created it