يا مَن غَدا رَوضي وَبُستاني

يا مَن غَدا رَوضي وَبُستاني

وَظِلُّ نَسريني وَرَيحاني

وَظِلُّ نَسريني وَرَيحاني

O you who have become my meadow and my garden,

O you who have become my garden and orchard

And the shade of my wild roses and my basil,

And the shade of my jasmine and basil,

قُم بِحَياتي نَختَلِس صَبحَةً

قُم بِحَياتي نَختَلِس صَبحَةً

ما بَينَ أَشجارٍ وَأَغصانِ

ما بَينَ أَشجارٍ وَأَغصانِ

Rise, by my life, let us steal a morning draught

Arise with my life and let us steal a morning

Among trees and branches,

Among trees and branches,

عَلى غَديرٍ رَقَّ تَدريجُهُ

عَلى غَديرٍ رَقَّ تَدريجُهُ

كَأَنَّهُ مَقعَدُ سامانِ

كَأَنَّهُ مَقعَدُ سامانِ

By a pool whose gradations are delicate,

By a flowing stream whose murmuring

As though it were Sāmān's seat.

Is like the seat of idleness.