نَبتَ العِذارُ عَلى مُحيّا فاتِني

The wildflowers have blossomed on the cheeks of a beautiful maiden

With tender, delicate growth, smooth to the touch

نَبتاً لَطيفاً ناعِماً في اللّمسِ

Those passionate with love flock to gather them

Offering their souls to pluck this treasure

هِيموا بِهِ أَهلَ الغَرامِ صَبابَةً

So if you're drawn to the silk of her wildflowers

Cling beautifully to the ropes of sunlight

وَتَعلَّقوهُ فَديتهُ بِالنّفسِ

فَإِذا تَعَلّقتُم حَريرَ عِذارِهِ

حسنَ التّعلّقِ في حِبالِ الشّمسِ