شُروقُ بغربِيِّ اللِّوا لألأَتْ لنا

فشِمْنا رَبيعاً بالرَّشَاشِ مُنَمْنَما

The dawns in my western twilight have arrived for us,

So we sensed a springtime with fine spraying rain.

كَشَفْنا عن الوادي المُقَدَّسِ قربُهُ

بعَزْمِ أَكُفِّ الغيبِ سِرًّا مُطَلْسَمَا

We uncovered the sanctified valley in its nearness

With the resolve of palms that grasp the unseen, tightly bound.

فلا بُدَّ أن تُجلى رَقائِقُ نورِهِ

وتَلمَعَ حتَّى تملأَ الأَرضَ والسَّمَا

So the subtleties of its light must become clear,

Shining until it fills the earth and sky.

فقولوا لأصْحابِ القُلُوبِ ترقَّبوا

مَطالِعَ سِرِّ اللهِ من ذلكَ الحِمى

Say to the owners of hearts: wait in anticipation

For the rising places of God's mysteries from that sanctuary.