سَقَتْ سارِياتُ السُّحْبِ ساحَةَ فاس

سَواكِبَ تكْسو السّرْحَ حُسْنَ لِباسِ

The clouds' water-carriers rained down on the square of Fez

The stars adorned the pasture with beauty's dress

وسارَ بتَسْليمي لسُدّةِ فارِسٍ

نَسيمٌ سَرى للسّلسَبيلِ بكاسِ

And with my greeting a gentle breeze flowed to the water-seller with a cup

The lamp of the night journey is a sun borrowing light from the brilliance

سِراجُ السّرى شمْسٌ سَما قبَسُ السّنا

كَسا ساطِياتِ الأُسْدِ لِبْسَةَ باسِ

Like the lions with their majestic garments of might

I was charmed by its pasture’s strut and grew familiar

أنِسْتُ بمَسْرَى سَيْبِهِ وتأنّسَتْ

بساحَتِهِ نفْسي وأسْعِدَ ناسِي

With its square, and my soul was made happy, causing my people to forget

I facilitated the path of ease, and my envoy was granted success

ويُسِّرْتُ لليُسْرى ويُسِّرَ مُرْسَلي

وسُدِّدَ سَهْمي واسْتَقامَ قِياسي

My arrow was guided straight and my aim held true