أقولُ وَقَد لاحَتْ رياضُ شقائقٍ

أقولُ وَقَد لاحَتْ رياضُ شقائقٍ

مُنَمّقةٍ ما مِثلُها في الشّقائقِ

مُنَمّقةٍ ما مِثلُها في الشّقائقِ

I say, as gardens of anemones come into view,

I say, as the meadows of poppies have appeared

Richly adorned, with no equal among anemones:

Colorfully adorned, none like them among the poppies

لَقَد سَلَبَ الرَّوضُ الخدودَ احمرارَها

لَقَد سَلَبَ الرَّوضُ الخدودَ احمرارَها

وحازَ سويدا القلبِ مِن كُلِّ وامقِ

وحازَ سويدا القلبِ مِن كُلِّ وامقِ

The garden has indeed robbed cheeks of their redness,

The cheeks have lost their blush to the meadow’s redness

And seized the heart’s dark core from every lover.

And the heart gained its blackness from every lover

فيا كُل معشوقٍ صُنِ الخد سائراً

فيا كُل معشوقٍ صُنِ الخد سائراً

وَعَظَّ سُويدا القلبِ يا كُلَّ عاشقِ

وَعَظَّ سُويدا القلبِ يا كُلَّ عاشقِ

So, O every beloved, guard your cheek as you walk,

So all who are loved, journey on guarding your cheek

And bite down on your heart’s dark core, O every lover.

And teach your heart its blackness, O all who love!