ضَحِكَ الوَردُ في قَفا المَنثورِ

وَاِستَرَحنا مِن رِعدَةِ المَقرورِ

The rose laughed in the palm's blossoming crown,

And we rested from the roar of heavy rain.

وَاِستَطَبنا المَقيلَ في بَردِ ظِلٍّ

وَشَمَمنا الرَيحانَ بِالكافورِ

We enjoyed the afternoon's coolness in the shade,

And smelled the jasmine with camphor again.

فَالرَحيلَ الرَحيلَ يا عَسكَرَ اللَذ

ذاتِ في كُلِّ رَوضَةٍ وَغَديرِ

So move on, move on, O troops of joy,

Through every garden and each brook.

وَاِمزُجِ النَبتَ وَاِمزُجِ الراحَ بِالثَل

جِ وَاِطفِئ بِالماءِ نارَ الهَجيرِ

Mix the plants and mix the winds with snow,

And quench the blaze of ardent fire.