نَديمِيَ هَيّا قَد قَضى النَجمُ نَحبَهُ

وَهَبَّ نَسيمٌ ناعِمٌ يوقِظُ الفَجرا

My friend, the morning star has ended its weeping,

And a gentle breeze awakens the dawn,

وَقَد أَزهَرَ النارَنجُ أَزهارَ فِضَّةٍ

تَزَرُّ عَلى الأَشجارِ أَوراقَها الخَضرا

The orange tree has blossomed with silvery flowers,

Scattering its green leaves over the trees.