1. وأشجارُ آسٍ بَدا حَبُّها

    فولَّت بها عن فؤادي الغُمومُ

    And myrtle trees—their berries have appeared;

    so through them, sorrows have fled from my heart.

  2. فَلَيسَت سِوى سِدرَةِ المُنتهى

    وَمِن فَوقِها تَتدلّى النّجومُ

    They are none other than the Lote Tree of the Utmost Boundary,

    and from above them the stars hang down.