رياض البَساتين اشتاقها

رياض البَساتين اشتاقها

تبارك رَبي خلاقها

تبارك رَبي خلاقها

I long for the gardens' meadows.

The gardens of paradise I yearn for

Blessed is my Lord, their Creator.

Blessed is my Lord, their Creator

فاوتار قَلبي ازهارها

فاوتار قَلبي ازهارها

وَترياق نَفسي أَوراقها

وَترياق نَفسي أَوراقها

For their flowers are the strings of my heart,

The strings of my heart are their flowers

And their leaves are my soul's antidote.

And the remedy for my soul are their leaves

مددت يَدي نحو سوسنتي

مددت يَدي نحو سوسنتي

وَسوسنتي بعض تلك الزهور

وَسوسنتي بعض تلك الزهور

I stretched my hand toward my iris,

I stretched my hand toward my lily

And my iris is one of those flowers.

And my lily is one of those flowers

خَرير الجداول ينعشها

خَرير الجداول ينعشها

وَتلقى ارتياحا لصوت الطيور

وَتلقى ارتياحا لصوت الطيور

The babbling of the streams revives her,

The murmuring of streams revives it

And she finds comfort in the sound of birds.

And it finds comfort in the voice of birds

يحيط بها الزهر حسنا كَما

يحيط بها الزهر حسنا كَما

تحيط العقود ببعض النحور

تحيط العقود ببعض النحور

Blossoms surround her with beauty, just as

Flowers surround it beautifully

Necklaces encircle certain necks.

As jewels adorn some girls

وَجنانها وَهوَ مبتهج

وَجنانها وَهوَ مبتهج

يَصون بهاها كَذات الخدور

يَصون بهاها كَذات الخدور

And her gardener, full of joy,

Its gardens in delight protect it

Guards her beauty as he would a lady behind curtains.

Like virtuous and chaste women

يعلمها التيه حَتّى إِذا

يعلمها التيه حَتّى إِذا

تبدَّت تحداه اشراقها

تبدَّت تحداه اشراقها

He teaches her haughtiness, until

Solitude teaches it until when

She appears and her radiance defies him.

Its brilliance appears challenging it

لمست بِكَفي وَملت عَلى

لمست بِكَفي وَملت عَلى

يَميني إِلى السبل السابلة

يَميني إِلى السبل السابلة

I touched her with my palm and turned to

I touched it with my palm and turned

My right, toward the well-trodden paths,

To the right on the smooth paths

إِلى أَن رايت وَيا هول ما

إِلى أَن رايت وَيا هول ما

رايت من الصور النابلة

رايت من الصور النابلة

Until I saw—and oh, the horror of what

Until I saw, oh what I saw

I saw of noble forms.

Of the remarkable images

هناك مع الشوك زنبقة

هناك مع الشوك زنبقة

اراها إِلى وحدها ذابلة

اراها إِلى وحدها ذابلة

There, among the thorns, was a lily;

There a lily with thorns

I see her all alone, withered.

I saw it by itself withering

فكنت أُحاول تَقبيلها

فكنت أُحاول تَقبيلها

وارجىء نَفسي إِلى القابلة

وارجىء نَفسي إِلى القابلة

So I would try to kiss her,

So I tried to kiss it

And put myself off until the following night.

And restrained myself for the future

وَأَخشى إِذا ما رجعت غَدا

وَأَخشى إِذا ما رجعت غَدا

يعلمني النوح ازهاقها

يعلمني النوح ازهاقها

And I fear that, if I return tomorrow,

And I fear if tomorrow I return

Wailing will tell me of her death.

Sorrow will teach me of its demise

ازنبقة الروض ماذا اِعتَرى

ازنبقة الروض ماذا اِعتَرى

شبابك حَتّى اِعتَراكَ الذبول

شبابك حَتّى اِعتَراكَ الذبول

O lily of the garden, what has befallen

O lily of the garden what has befallen

Your youth, till withering overtook you?

Your youth until withering afflicted you

لعلك كالبنت في شعبنا

لعلك كالبنت في شعبنا

واملاقها دون سعد يَحول

واملاقها دون سعد يَحول

Perhaps you are like a girl among our people,

Maybe you are like a girl among our people

And her poverty stands in the way of happiness.

Her destiny is loss without happiness changing it

نشاهد فيها الجَمال وَلا

نشاهد فيها الجَمال وَلا

تشاهد فينا جَميل القبول

تشاهد فينا جَميل القبول

We see beauty in her, but she does not

We see in her beauty but she does not

See gracious acceptance in us.

See in us the beauty of acceptance

فَتصبح زهرتها في ذوي

فَتصبح زهرتها في ذوي

وَتصبح نجمتها في افول

وَتصبح نجمتها في افول

So her flower begins to wither,

So her flower withers while still

And her star begins to set.

And her star sets while still rising

فَنشكو صَنيعا اتينا به

فَنشكو صَنيعا اتينا به

وَتغري عَلى الفتك اخلاقها

وَتغري عَلى الفتك اخلاقها

So we lament a deed we ourselves have done,

We complain of a treatment we came with

And her character tempts us to murder.

And she harbors resentment for its cruelty