أقولُ وَقَد لاحَتْ رياضُ شقائقٍ

مُنَمّقةٍ ما مِثلُها في الشّقائقِ

I say, as the meadows of poppies have appeared

Colorfully adorned, none like them among the poppies

لَقَد سَلَبَ الرَّوضُ الخدودَ احمرارَها

وحازَ سويدا القلبِ مِن كُلِّ وامقِ

The cheeks have lost their blush to the meadow’s redness

And the heart gained its blackness from every lover

فيا كُل معشوقٍ صُنِ الخد سائراً

وَعَظَّ سُويدا القلبِ يا كُلَّ عاشقِ

So all who are loved, journey on guarding your cheek

And teach your heart its blackness, O all who love!