نزل الرَبيع فَمَرحَباً بِغُصونه

وَبِعطر نَرجسه وَغَض جُفونه

Spring has come, so welcome its branches,

The fragrance of its narcissus and the blinking of its eyes.

وَبِوَرده الزاهي عَلى أَغصانه

وَبِنوره الفَتان في تَلوينه

With its roses blossoming on its boughs,

And its tempting light in its colors.

وَبِرَوضه الغَض الأَنيق وَمائه

العَذب الرَحيق وَجَريه وَسُكونه

With its soft, elegant meadows and sweet,

Pure water, flowing calmly.

وَبِجَيشه المُهتز إن سرت الصبا

وَبِلُطفه المَخبوء في مَكنونه

With its excited army if the morning breeze blows,

And its kindness hidden in its refuge.

فَصل إِذا صَدحت بَلابل رَوضه

غمر الحمام بِلَحظه وَعُيونه

When the bulbuls of its meadows sing joyfully,

The doves submerge in its gaze and eyes.

وَإِذا بِهِ القمري صاح مُغَرداً

فَضح اليَراع بِصَوته وَرَنينه

When the moonlit one trills melodiously,

The plains shout with its voice and tune.

وَإِذا تَمايلَت الغُصون بدلها

مال الكَئيب بِحزنه وَشُجونه

When the branches swing to and fro,

The hearts lean towards its sorrow and passions.

نَشَرت نَوافجه وَفاحَ عَبيره

وَشَجى القُلوب بِطَيره وَحَنينه

Its blossoms have bloomed and its fragrance wafts,

Melting the hearts with its birds and yearning.

وَتَكَللَت أَوراده وَتَضَلعت

وراده مِن مائه وَعُيونه

Its roses have crowned themselves and intertwined,

Adorning themselves with its water and springs.

وَترنحَت قُضبانه وَتَلفتت

غُزلانه في غثه وَسَمينه

Its twigs have bent and its gazelles frolicked,

Fattening themselves on its plants and herbs.

جاءَ الرَبيع وَجاءَنا في فَصله

عيد رَأَينا السَعد في مَضمونه

Spring has come and with it our Eid,

We have seen good fortune in its contents.

جاءا لأسعد بِالهَنا وَكلاهما

لَم يَأتيا إِلا للثم يَمينه

They have both come to bring us joy,

And have only come to swear allegiance.

ذي الغرة الفَراء وَالوَجه الَّذي

نور الكَمال يَلوح فَوقَ جَبينه

He of noble lineage, with the radiant face

The light of perfection shines on his forehead,

وَالرُتبة الشَماء وَالقدر الَّذي

بَدر السَماء وَإِن علا مِن دونه

Of high station, and great status,

The full moon even if it rose above him,

وَالسَيد الفَرد الَّذي قَد حيرت

ألباب هَذا الكَون في تَكوينه

The unique master, perplexing

The minds of this universe in its creation,

وَالعالم العلم الَّذي قَد تممت

رتب العلى بِعلومه وَفنونه

The scholar of all knowledge, who has perfected

The highest ranks with his sciences and arts,

وَالمصقع اللسن المفوه مَن غَدا

سحر البيان الصرف في تَبيينه

An eloquent spokesman, who has become

The magic of rhetoric in its elaboration,

وَمدبر الحكم العَزيز بِرَأيه

ومنوِّر الجلى بِنور يَقينه

The administrator of wise governance,

Enlightening the eminent with his certainty,

وَمصرف الأَفكار في تَهذيبه

وَمرتب الأنظار في تَحسينه

Who regulates ideas in his cultivation,

And organizes sights in his refinement.

هَذا عَميد الملك وَابن عَميده

وَنِظامه قَد جَد في تَزيينه

He is the pillar of the state and son of its pillar,

Its system has thrived in its adornment,

وَالصاحب المرضي وَابن الصاحب ال

مَرضي وَابن خدينه وَقَرينه

The agreeable companion and son of the agreeable

Companion and son of his servants and peers.

ذو فكرة تَرنو الغُيوب بِهمة

تَطأ القُلوب بِعرفه وَعزينه

With a ambition that aspires to the unknown,

Conquering hearts with his dignity and glory,

وَشَجاعة تَعنو الكماة لِبَأسها

وَتروغ الضرغام تَحتَ عَرينه

And a courage that defies archers

Sending the squadrons under its burrows,

وَيَراعة أَمضى مِن العَضب الَّذي

يبري العِظام إِذا ثَوى بِيَمينه

And a prowess sharper than a sword

That cleaves bones when grasped in his right hand.

يا سَيداً ما مثل جدك سَيد

قسماً بِهِ وَبِشرعه وَبدينه

My master, none compares to your grandfather,

I swear by him, his law, and his religion,

يا نَجل فاطمة البتول وَحَيدر

صهر الرَسول وَخله وَأَمينه

O son of Fatima the chaste, and Haydar,

Son-in-law of the Messenger, his confidante and trustee,

يا صاحب الشَرف الَّذي شرفاته

طالَت عَلى أم السُهى وَقُرونه

O holder of the glorious lineage,

That has lasted long over eras and generations,

يا ابن الغَطارفة الكِرام وَفتية

جَعَلوا لِهَذا الدَهر ضوء عُيونه

O son of the generous heroes, who have given

Light to the eyes of this world with their being,

قَد زارَك العيد الكَبير وَقَد أَتى

يَسعى إِلَيك عَلى قِباب جُفونه

The great Eid has come to visit you,

Rushing to you blinking its eyes,

وَأَتى يقبل مِنك كَفاً هامراً

ما البَحر إِلا شربة مِن نونه

It has come to kiss your overflowing palm,

The sea is but a sip of its generosity,

لَم يَدر كَفك بَحر جود فائض

ذا من سَخافة عَقله وَجنونه

Your palm did not realize it is an ocean of giving,

Due to the foolishness of its mind and madness,

فَامدد بِكمك لا بِكفك نَحوه

أَنى أَخاف عَلَيه فيض هتونه

So extend to it with your sleeve, not your palm,

I fear its trickling overflow would tire it,

وَالبس رِداء الملك وَانحر حاسِداً

يَسعى إِلَيك بغيظه وَشُجونه

And don the garment of the kingdom and sacrifice

An envious enemy, attacking you with its rage and sorrow,

أَقم الصَلاة مكبراً فيها وَقُل

اللَه أَكبر جل في تَكوينه

Lead the prayer declaring God's greatness,

Exalted is He in His creation,

وَاهنَأ بِأَيام السُرور فَإنها

جاءَت عَلى قَدر الكَمال وَحينه

And congratulate on the happy days,

For they have come in a perfect timing,

وَاسلم مِن الدَهر الخوؤن مدى المدى

مِن مَكره أَبَداً وَمِن تَلوينه

And submit forever to the betrayals of fate,

From its constant tricks and changes,

وَصل السَعادة بالسَعادة وَالهَنا

بِنظيره وَابشر بِحُسن ظُنونه

Connect joys with joys and congratulations with their like,

And expect only good thoughts from it,

وَاقض الحُقوق الواجِبات لعيدنا

فَإِذا فَرَغت فَقُم إِلى مسنونه

Fulfill the rights and obligations due to our celebration,

Then when finished, rise to what you habit,

ما عاد عيد بِالسُرور وَما أَتى

زَمَن الرَبيع مُرفرفاً بِغُصونه

No longer is there an Eid of joy, no longer

Does the spring come rustling with its branches.