يقولُ خدّي روضةٌ

ترتعُ فيها المُقَلُ

My cheek says it's a garden

Where hearts rest, tranquil and serene

فقلتُ ما أقبحَ ما

جئتَ به يا رجلُ

I said what an ugly thing

You have brought, o man

لو كان ورداً لم يكُنْ

يسكنُ فيه جُعَلُ

If it were but a rose

No beetles would therein be seen