ياO شَرفَglory الوَردِthe rose وَياand O فَخرهُits pride
يا شَرفَ الوَردِ وَيا فَخرهُ
إِذwhen شَبَّهواthey likened فيهِin it خُدودَcheeks الحِسانْthe beautiful women
إِذ شَبَّهوا فيهِ خُدودَ الحِسانْ
O glory of the rose, and O its pride,
Oh you rose's noble one, pride of all,
when they likened beautiful women's cheeks to it,
When they compared in you, cheeks of the fair,
فَصَيَّرواso they made الوَردَthe rose عَلىdespite ضَعفِهِits frailty
فَصَيَّروا الوَردَ عَلى ضَعفِهِ
لِلزَّهرِover the flowers سُلطاناًa sultan بِكُلِّthroughout all الزّمانْtime
لِلزَّهرِ سُلطاناً بِكُلِّ الزّمانْ
they made the rose, despite its frailty,
Made the rose, in its frailty supreme,
a sultan over the flowers for all time.
Over all blossoms, for all time to wear.
Sol 6.1