ما زلت للوراق أرفع قصتي

ما زلت للوراق أرفع قصتي

حتى وفى أفديه من وراق

حتى وفى أفديه من وراق

I kept submitting my petition to the stationer

I still raise my story to the leaf

until he kept faith—I'd ransom him, what a stationer!

Until I ransom the leaf from the dendrite

أهواه وراقا يجود بوصله

أهواه وراقا يجود بوصله

حلو اللمى افديه من وراق

حلو اللمى افديه من وراق

I love him, a stationer generous with his companionship,

I love a dendrite that is generous with connection

sweet of dusky lips—I'd ransom him, what a stationer!

Sweet is the union I ransom from the dendrite

لو لم يكن غصن الرياض قوامه

لو لم يكن غصن الرياض قوامه

ما كان نحوى مال بالاوراق

ما كان نحوى مال بالاوراق

Had his figure not been a bough of the gardens,

If the branch of the garden were not its essence

he would not have bent toward me with the leaves of paper.

My inclination would not be towards the leaves