البانُ قَد تاهَ إِذ أَبدى أَزاهِرهُ

البانُ قَد تاهَ إِذ أَبدى أَزاهِرهُ

وَاِختالَ مِن عجبهِ في حلّةِ العَجَبِ

وَاِختالَ مِن عجبهِ في حلّةِ العَجَبِ

The bān tree grew proud when it displayed its blossoms,

The milk has strayed as it revealed its flowers

And strutted in its self-admiration, in a robe of wonder.

And reveled in its wonder in the dress of wonder

وَقالَ لا يَفتَخِر في رَوضِهِ شَجَرٌ

وَقالَ لا يَفتَخِر في رَوضِهِ شَجَرٌ

عَليَّ يَوماً فَإِنّي دَوحَة الذّهبِ

عَليَّ يَوماً فَإِنّي دَوحَة الذّهبِ

And said, “No tree in its garden shall boast

And said no tree shall boast in its meadow over me

Of surpassing me, ever, for I am the spreading tree of gold.”

For I am the golden palm