البردُ قدْ ولَّى فما لكَ راقداً

يا أيُّها المدثرُ المزَّمِلُ

The cold has gone, so why do you still slumber

O covered one, O wrapped in your cloak,

أو ما ترى وجهَ الربيعِ وحسنَهُ

والروضَ يضحكُ والحيا يتهللُ

Do you not see the face of spring in its beauty?

The meadow laughs and the serpent hisses