لله روض حللنا دوحه سحرا

والورد يشرق والأغصان في ميل

For God a garden we entered at dawn

The roses shone and the branches swayed

كأنه وجنة المعشوق حين بدا

وسمته الوصل فاحمرّت من الخجل

As if it were the beloved's paradise when it appeared

Its mark was unity, so it blushed from shyness