إذا كُنْتِ وردًا، غدوْتُ الوعاءْ

وصِرْتُ لروحكِ تُرْبًا وماءْ

If you were a rose, I became the vase

And I became the soil and water for your soul

وأسْقَطتُ عنكِ امتِحانَ الهوَى

لكيْ لا تُسائي إذا ما أُسَاءْ

And I removed from you the test of passion

So you would not be mistreated if mistreated

نعَم... كُنْتُ فظًّا ولكنَّني

غَداةَ جَرحْتُكِ، كنْتُ الدِّماءْ

Yes... I was rude but after

I wounded you, I was the blood