لِحُبِّها كُلَّ حسنٍ

لِحُبِّها كُلَّ حسنٍ

أُحِبّه يا اِبن فنِّي

أُحِبّه يا اِبن فنِّي

For love of her, every beauty

For her love all beauty

I love, O son of my art.

Love it, my dear boy

وَكَيفَ لا يا اِبنَ ودّي

وَكَيفَ لا يا اِبنَ ودّي

وَإِنّها كلّ حُسنِ

وَإِنّها كلّ حُسنِ

And how could I not, O son of my affection,

And how could it not, my dear

When she is all beauty?

She is all beauty