وَرَدَ الكِتَابُ فأَوْرَدَ الأَفْرَاحَا

وَرَدَ الكِتَابُ فأَوْرَدَ الأَفْرَاحَا

وأزَالَ عَنَّا الهَمَّ والأتْرَاحَا

وأزَالَ عَنَّا الهَمَّ والأتْرَاحَا

The letter arrived and brought joys,

The book arrived bringing joy,

And banished from us worry and sorrows.

Removing sorrow and distress from us.

قَدْ كَانَ أغلقَتِ المَسَرَّةُ بَابَها

قَدْ كَانَ أغلقَتِ المَسَرَّةُ بَابَها

حتَّى أتَى فَغَدَا لها مِفْتَاحَا

حتَّى أتَى فَغَدَا لها مِفْتَاحَا

Joy had already closed its door,

Happiness had shut its door,

Until it came and became a key to joy.

Until it came and opened locks.

لَمْ يدجُ لَيلُ مُلمَّةٍ إلاَّ غَدَا

لَمْ يدجُ لَيلُ مُلمَّةٍ إلاَّ غَدَا

بِسَنَاهُ في ظلمائِها مصْبَاحَا

بِسَنَاهُ في ظلمائِها مصْبَاحَا

No night of calamity grew dark but it became

No night of darkness remains

By its radiance, a lamp amid that calamity’s darkness.

Except its light becomes within it a lamp.

أطْلقتَ من أَسْرِ الهُمُومِ بِهِ فَطِرْ

أطْلقتَ من أَسْرِ الهُمُومِ بِهِ فَطِرْ

فَلَقَدْ يَكُونُ لما يَسُرُّ جَنَاحَا

فَلَقَدْ يَكُونُ لما يَسُرُّ جَنَاحَا

You were freed by it from the captivity of cares—so fly;

You released me from the shackles of worries through it,

For it may indeed be a wing for what brings joy.

So it will have wings for what makes me happy.