تَطَفَّلتُ مُذ كنتَ لِلحُسنِ جَنّةً
عَلَيكَ بِإِهدائي إِلَيكَ حريرا
Since you have been a paradise of beauty, I have presumed
I have been longing for you since you were a garden of beauty
Upon you by presenting you with silk.
To bestow upon you my gift of silk
وَإِنّيَ لَو أُهديك يا بَحرُ كُلَّ ما
أَراهُ عَلى الدّنيا لَكانَ حَقيرا
And indeed, were I to give you, O sea, all that
And truly if I were to gift you, O sea, everything
I see in this world, it would be paltry.
I see in this world, it would be paltry
Sol 6.1