تُرى مِن دُموعي قَبلَ تَرجِعُ مِن دَمٍ

تُرى مِن دُموعي قَبلَ تَرجِعُ مِن دَمٍ

سُقيتَ فَأَطلَعتَ الأَقاحَ شَريقا

سُقيتَ فَأَطلَعتَ الأَقاحَ شَريقا

I wonder—with my tears, before they turned to blood,

Before my tears return as blood

were you watered, and brought forth radiant daisies?

You were watered, so you blossomed rosy

فَلَمّا جَرَحتَ القَلبَ صارَت مَدامِعي

فَلَمّا جَرَحتَ القَلبَ صارَت مَدامِعي

دِماءً فَأَورَت وَجنَتَيكَ شَقيقا

دِماءً فَأَورَت وَجنَتَيكَ شَقيقا

And when you wounded the heart, my tears became

So when you wounded my heart, my tears

blood, setting your cheeks aglow with red anemones.

Became blood, so your cheeks became ruddy

أَظُنُّ جُفوني عَرَّسَت إِذ نَظَرتَهُ

أَظُنُّ جُفوني عَرَّسَت إِذ نَظَرتَهُ

فَأَخلِق بِدَمعي أَن يَكونَ خَلوقا

فَأَخلِق بِدَمعي أَن يَكونَ خَلوقا

I think my eyelids held a wedding when you beheld him;

I reckon my eyelids made you a bride when they looked upon you

so how fitting for my tears to be saffron perfume!

So my tears were created to be devoted to you

بَدا فَوقَ وَردِ الخَدِّ مِسكَةُ خالِهِ

بَدا فَوقَ وَردِ الخَدِّ مِسكَةُ خالِهِ

وَإِن زادَتِ الأَنفاسُ صارَ فَتيقا

وَإِن زادَتِ الأَنفاسُ صارَ فَتيقا

Above the rose of his cheek appeared the musk-speck of his mole;

Above the rose of your cheek appeared the beauty mark

and if the breaths increased, it became a blended perfume.

And if sighs increase, it will become languishing