إِنْif كَانَتِwas الآدَابُliterature أَضْحَتْhas become جَنَّةًa garden
إِنْ كَانَتِ الآدَابُ أَضْحَتْ جَنَّةً
فَلَقَدْthen indeed غَداhas become جَنَّانَهَاits gardener الْجَنَّانُal-Jannān
فَلَقَدْ غَدا جَنَّانَهَا الْجَنَّانُ
If literature has become a garden,
then al-Jannān has indeed become its gardener.
أَقْلاَمُهُhis pens القُضْبُthe branches اللِّدَانُsupple بِدَوْحِهَاamong its spreading trees
أَقْلاَمُهُ القُضْبُ اللِّدَانُ بِدَوْحِهَا
وَالزَّهْرُand the blossoms مَاwhat رَقَمَتْهُinscribed it مِنْهُof his بَنَانُfingertips
وَالزَّهْرُ مَا رَقَمَتْهُ مِنْهُ بَنَانُ
His pens are the supple branches among its spreading trees,
and the blossoms are what his fingertips have inscribed.