بِكَفِّ حَبيبي وَردَتان تَبَدَّتا

فَصَفرا وَحَمراءٌ بِظَنٍّ وتحقيقِ

In my beloved's hand were two roses

That opened, one yellow and one red, through Hope and Certainty,

فَقالَ ليَ الصّفراءُ وَجنَةُ عاشِقي

وَقُلتُ لَهُ الحَمراءُ وَجنَةُ مَعشوقي

So the yellow one said to me "This is the Garden of my lover"

And the red one said to him "This is the Garden of my beloved."