البردُ قدْ ولَّى فما لكَ راقداً

البردُ قدْ ولَّى فما لكَ راقداً

يا أيُّها المدثرُ المزَّمِلُ

يا أيُّها المدثرُ المزَّمِلُ

The cold has passed—why are you asleep,

The cold has gone, so why do you still slumber

O you cloaked and bundled up?

O covered one, O wrapped in your cloak,

أو ما ترى وجهَ الربيعِ وحسنَهُ

أو ما ترى وجهَ الربيعِ وحسنَهُ

والروضَ يضحكُ والحيا يتهللُ

والروضَ يضحكُ والحيا يتهللُ

And do you not see spring’s face and its beauty,

Do you not see the face of spring in its beauty?

and the garden laughing and the rain beaming with joy?

The meadow laughs and the serpent hisses