وَريمٍ عَلى السُكرِ جمّشتُه

وَريمٍ عَلى السُكرِ جمّشتُه

بِقُرصٍ بِعارِضِهِ أَثّرا

بِقُرصٍ بِعارِضِهِ أَثّرا

And a gazelle I fondled in drunkenness,

A rose I compared his rosy cheek to,

With a pinch that left a mark on his cheek.

With a slice by its cheek made an effect.

فَأَصبحَ نَرجِسُهُ وَردَةً

فَأَصبحَ نَرجِسُهُ وَردَةً

وَوَردَةُ خَدَّيهِ نِيلوفرا

وَوَردَةُ خَدَّيهِ نِيلوفرا

Then his narcissus became a rose,

So his narcissus did turn into a rose

And the rose of his cheeks a water lily.

And the rose of his cheeks did turn to a water-lily.