إِنَّ الذي يَضْحَكُ من أَدْمُعِي

إِنَّ الذي يَضْحَكُ من أَدْمُعِي

وهْيَ عَلَيْه أَبداً تُسْفَكُ

وهْيَ عَلَيْه أَبداً تُسْفَكُ

Indeed, the one who laughs at my tears—

He who laughs at my tears as they flow

while they are forever shed for him—

Will surely, in my view, be a garden

قد صَحَّ عِنْدِي أَنَّهُ رَوْضَةٌ

قد صَحَّ عِنْدِي أَنَّهُ رَوْضَةٌ

والرّوضُ من مَاءِ الحيا يَضْحَكُ

والرّوضُ من مَاءِ الحيا يَضْحَكُ

is, I know for certain, a garden;

And gardens laugh with the water of life

and the garden laughs with the water of rain.