وَردَةٌa rose فيin يَدَيهِhis two hands تَنفحُwafts عِطراًfragrance
وَردَةٌ في يَدَيهِ تَنفحُ عِطراً
وَهيَand it تَزهوflaunts its beauty فَديتهاI would ransom it بِجنانيwith my heart
وَهيَ تَزهو فَديتها بِجناني
A rose in his hands wafts fragrance.
A rose in his hand, its fragrance wafts,
And it flaunts its beauty—I would ransom it with my heart.
As it blooms, I'd give my soul for its gardens,
وَجنَةُa cheek الخودِof the maiden وَسطهاat its center بَعضsome شعرhair
وَجنَةُ الخودِ وَسطها بَعض شعر
أَلصَقتهI affixed it فيهاin it مِنَfrom الزّعفرانِsaffron
أَلصَقته فيها مِنَ الزّعفرانِ
A maiden’s cheek, with some hair at its center,
The apple of my cheek amidst some hair
Which I affixed there, made of saffron.
Where I had placed strands of saffron
Sol 6.1