ويسقى من روى عَينَي

هِ خمراً منهُ يُحييني

He waters me from the spring of his eyes

With wine from him that revives me

بِوَردٍ فوقَ خَدَّيهِ

وتفاحٍ ونسرينِ

With roses upon his cheeks

And apples and jasmine

فما ينفكُّ منهُ بَي

نَ راحٍ أو رَياحينِ

So my house never parts from him

Breezes or little winds

وَما تَنفكُّ منهُ قط

طُ دنيائي وَلا ديني

And my world and my religion never part from him at all