تبخّر بعود الطيب لا زلت طيبا

ورش بماء الزهر يا خلّ والورد

The fragrance of incense still lingers though it has vanished,

Perfume yourself with the wood of incense; may you remain ever good,

Sprinkled with rosewater, oh jasmine and rose,

And sprinkle blossom water, O friend, and rose water,

وما بغيتي هذا ولكن تفاؤلاً

بعودٍ إلى عودٍ ووردٍ إلى ورد

It's not what I wished but out of optimism

And this was not my mere desire, but rather an act of optimism,

Of return to return, and rose to rose.

For wood to return to wood, and roses to a rose.