أَكِتابٌ مِن فاضِلٍ

أَكِتابٌ مِن فاضِلٍ

قالَ قَولاً فَأَسهَبا

قالَ قَولاً فَأَسهَبا

Is this a letter from a learned man

A book from one virtuous

who spoke, then spoke at length,

He spoke words, so fluently

أَم أَزاهِيرُ رَوضَةٍ

أَم أَزاهِيرُ رَوضَةٍ

فَتَّقَتها يَدُ الصَبا

فَتَّقَتها يَدُ الصَبا

or blossoms of a garden

Or flowers of a garden

opened by the hand of the east wind?

Ruffled by the hand of the breeze

قُلتُ لَمّا رَأَيتُهُ

قُلتُ لَمّا رَأَيتُهُ

مَرحَباً ثُمَّ مَرحَبا

مَرحَباً ثُمَّ مَرحَبا

When I saw it, I said,

When I saw it I said

“Welcome, then welcome again!”

Welcome, again welcome

ثُمَّ لَمّا قَرَأتُهُ

ثُمَّ لَمّا قَرَأتُهُ

هَزَّ عِطفي تَطَرُّبا

هَزَّ عِطفي تَطَرُّبا

Then, when I read it,

Then when I read it

it set my body swaying with delight,

My shoulders swayed joyfully

وَتَوَهَّمتُ أَنَّهُ

وَتَوَهَّمتُ أَنَّهُ

رَدَّ لي رَيِّقَ الصِبا

رَدَّ لي رَيِّقَ الصِبا

and I imagined that it

And I imagined that it

had restored to me the freshness of youth.

Returned to me the spirit of youth