لِلَّه روضٌ باتَ نرجسُه به

لِلَّه روضٌ باتَ نرجسُه به

ساهي العيونِ ملاحظاً نمَّامَهُ

ساهي العيونِ ملاحظاً نمَّامَهُ

How wondrous a garden—its narcissus spent the night within it,

God has a garden, whose narcissus was slept upon by Him

dreamy-eyed, glancing sidelong at its tale-bearing herb.

Whose beauty was eyed by one with languid glances

وَالوَردُ روميُّ المَلابسِ والحُلى

وَالوَردُ روميُّ المَلابسِ والحُلى

أَو ما تَراه مزرِّراً أَكمامَهُ

أَو ما تَراه مزرِّراً أَكمامَهُ

And the rose is Roman in its garments and adornments—

And the rose is Roman in its clothes and ornaments

and do you not see it buttoning up its sleeves?

Or else you see it embroidering its sleeves