باكَرَنا الدَهرُ بِسَرّائِهِ

باكَرَنا الدَهرُ بِسَرّائِهِ

وَكَفَّ عَنّا بَأسَ بَأسائِهِ

وَكَفَّ عَنّا بَأسَ بَأسائِهِ

Time greeted us early with its joys,

The days blessed us with their joys,

And withheld from us the fury of its hardships.

And warded off their harms and annoys,

وَجاءَنا أَيلولُ مُستَبشِراً

وَجاءَنا أَيلولُ مُستَبشِراً

يَثني عَلى الدَهرِ بِآلائِهِ

يَثني عَلى الدَهرِ بِآلائِهِ

And September came to us rejoicing,

September came with glad tidings galore,

Praising Time for its blessings.

Singing the praises of time and its awards.

أَما تَرى الرِقَّةَ في جَوِّهِ

أَما تَرى الرِقَّةَ في جَوِّهِ

تُناسِبُ الرِقَّةَ في مائِهِ

تُناسِبُ الرِقَّةَ في مائِهِ

Do you not see the softness in its air

Don’t you see the softness in its air?

Matching the softness in its water?

Matching the gentle flow of its waters fair,

أُنظُر إِلى أَنواعِ أَثمارِهِ

أُنظُر إِلى أَنواعِ أَثمارِهِ

قَد ضَمَّها في بَردِ أَحشائِهِ

قَد ضَمَّها في بَردِ أَحشائِهِ

Look at the many kinds of its fruit,

Look at the fruits of its trees diverse,

Which it has gathered in the coolness of its bosom.

Nestled in the cold of its hold traversed.

راحَت عَلَيها نَسَماتُ الصِبا

راحَت عَلَيها نَسَماتُ الصِبا

تَقرُصُها في بَردِ أَفنائِهِ

تَقرُصُها في بَردِ أَفنائِهِ

The east wind's breezes swept over them,

The breeze caressed them with whispered breath,

Nipping them in the coolness of its courtyards.

Nipping in the chill of its wintry wreath,

أَما تَرى حُسنَ مُلاحِيِّهِ

أَما تَرى حُسنَ مُلاحِيِّهِ

يُهدى إِلى بَهجَةِ شَعرائِهِ

يُهدى إِلى بَهجَةِ شَعرائِهِ

Do you not see the beauty of its Mullahi grapes,

Can’t you see, its sea is a beauty to laud,

Offered to the splendor of its Sha'ra' grapes?

A gift for the joy of the bard.

أُنظُر إِلى رُمّانِهِ ضاحِكاً

أُنظُر إِلى رُمّانِهِ ضاحِكاً

حَمراؤُهُ في وَجهِ بَيضائِهِ

حَمراؤُهُ في وَجهِ بَيضائِهِ

Look at its pomegranates laughing—

Look at its blushing pomegranate, laughing,

Its red ones in the face of its white ones.

Crimson cheeks amidst whiteness staffing.