أما الرياضُ فَعِشقُها عِشْقُ

أما الرياضُ فَعِشقُها عِشْقُ

لم يبقَ فيَّ لغيرها طُرْق

لم يبقَ فيَّ لغيرها طُرْق

As for the gardens, love for them is love indeed;

The meadows - how I love them! A love

No strength remains in me for anything else.

That leaves no room for any other path

انظر إلى حِذقِ الربيعِ فما

انظر إلى حِذقِ الربيعِ فما

إن كاد يعدلُ حِذقَه حذق

إن كاد يعدلُ حِذقَه حذق

Look at spring's skill, for no

See how skilled is spring - nothing

Skill comes close to matching its skill.

Can match its skill, no skill can match

نُسَخُ الرياض أتتك تُقرأُ مِن

نُسَخُ الرياض أتتك تُقرأُ مِن

بُعدٍ كأن سطورها مَشْق

بُعدٍ كأن سطورها مَشْق

The gardens' manuscripts have come to you, to be read from

Copies of the meadows come to you, read

Afar, as though their lines were sweeping script.

From afar, as if their lines were burdensome

نُشِرَت على تلك الرُّبى حُلَلٌ

نُشِرَت على تلك الرُّبى حُلَلٌ

مما يحوكُ الرعدُ والبرق

مما يحوكُ الرعدُ والبرق

Robes were spread over those hills,

Garments were laid out on those hills

Woven by thunder and lightning:

Woven from thunder and lightning's threads

قمصانُ خِيْرِيٍّ ملوّنةٌ

قمصانُ خِيْرِيٍّ ملوّنةٌ

وغلائلٌ مِنْ سُوْسَنٍ زُرْق

وغلائلٌ مِنْ سُوْسَنٍ زُرْق

Colored tunics of wallflowers,

Khairy's shirts of many colors

And sheer blue under-robes of irises.

And braids of blue lilies

ظلَّ البهارُ تُضيءُ أوْجُهُهُ

ظلَّ البهارُ تُضيءُ أوْجُهُهُ

فيضيءُ منها الغربُ والشَّرْق

فيضيءُ منها الغربُ والشَّرْق

The yellow daisies' faces kept shining,

The blossoms shine, lighting up

So their light makes west and east shine.

The West and the East with their glow

وتلألأتْ أحْداقُ نرجِسِه

وتلألأتْ أحْداقُ نرجِسِه

لما جلا أحْداقَهُ الودق

لما جلا أحْداقَهُ الودق

And the eyes of spring's narcissi sparkled,

The narcissus beamed when its cheeks

When the rain polished their eyes.

Were lit up by the meadows' splendor

أما ابتسامُ الأقحوانِ إذا

أما ابتسامُ الأقحوانِ إذا

عايَنْتَهُ فكأنَّهُ حُقُّ

عايَنْتَهُ فكأنَّهُ حُقُّ

As for the chrysanthemum's smile, when

The smile of the anemones is as if

You behold it, it seems a little round box.

It were truth itself

وكأن وردَ الباقلاءِ على

وكأن وردَ الباقلاءِ على

خُضْرِ الغصونِ حمائمٌ بُلْق

خُضْرِ الغصونِ حمائمٌ بُلْق

And it is as though the broad-bean blossoms on

And the lupine's flowers on the green

The green branches were pied doves.

Branches like doves, pure white

زَهْرُ الرياضِ إذا هي ابتسمتْ

زَهْرُ الرياضِ إذا هي ابتسمتْ

تدعو فيسرعُ نحوها الخلق

تدعو فيسرعُ نحوها الخلق

The gardens' blossoms, when they smile,

When the meadows smile their flowers

Beckon, and creation hastens toward them.

Call and all creatures hurry to them

فتظلُّ تنطقُ وهي ساكتةٌ

فتظلُّ تنطقُ وهي ساكتةٌ

إنَّ الرياضَ سكوتُها نُطْق

إنَّ الرياضَ سكوتُها نُطْق

So they keep speaking, though they are silent;

They keep speaking though silent

Indeed, the gardens' silence is speech.

For the meadows' silence is speech