شَرِبتُ طَبَرزَذاً بِغَريضِ مُزنٍ

شَرِبتُ طَبَرزَذاً بِغَريضِ مُزنٍ

كَذَوبِ الثَلجِ خالَطَهُ الرُضابُ

كَذَوبِ الثَلجِ خالَطَهُ الرُضابُ

I drank rock sugar with fresh water from rainclouds,

I drank Tabarzad with a cheerful friend

Like snowmelt mingled with sweet saliva.

Like melting snow mixed with water pure,

وَما هُوَ بِالطَبَرزَذِ طابَ لَكِن

وَما هُوَ بِالطَبَرزَذِ طابَ لَكِن

بِمَسِّكَ إِنَّهُ طابَ الشَرابُ

بِمَسِّكَ إِنَّهُ طابَ الشَرابُ

And it was not the rock sugar that made it sweet, but

Yet it was not the water that was sweet

By your touch, indeed, the drink became sweet.

But it was your touch that made the drink alluring.

وَأَنتَ إِذا وَطِئتَ تُرابَ أَرضٍ

وَأَنتَ إِذا وَطِئتَ تُرابَ أَرضٍ

يَطيبُ إِذا مَشَيتَ بِها التُرابُ

يَطيبُ إِذا مَشَيتَ بِها التُرابُ

And when you tread upon a land’s soil,

And when you tread on any dusty soil,

The soil grows fragrant when you walk there.

Dust turns aromatic when you walk on it.

لِأَنَّ نَداكَ يُطفي المَحلَ عَنها

لِأَنَّ نَداكَ يُطفي المَحلَ عَنها

وَتُحييها أَياديكَ الرِطابُ

وَتُحييها أَياديكَ الرِطابُ

For your bounty quenches its drought,

For your generosity takes away its poverty

And your moist hands bring it to life.

And rain from your hands moistens it.