تبسم من روض الأقاح زهورهُ

فلاحَ على وجه الفلاحِ سرورهُ

The roses of the meadow smile with joy,

Lighting the face of the farmer with their glee.

وأقبل محمودٌ وطالع سعدهُ

تلألأ في أفْق المسرة نورهُ

And Mahmoud comes, his good fortune in sight,

Its light shimmering on the horizon of joy.

أتى ليلة الأضحى فأضحى بيمنه

مباسُمه مفترةٌ وثغورهُ

On the eve of Eid, he made his sacrifice,

His smiling mouth and lips opened wide.

وجاء عليًّا وافد البشر سالماً

يؤرخه محمود عيدٌ ظهورهُ

And Ali came, humanity's welcome guest,

His coming marked by Mahmoud as the feast's dawn.