مَاذَا عَلَى الْعَطَّارِ لَوْ أَهْدَى لَنَا

نَفَحَاتِهِ مِنْ جُونَةِ الأُرْجُوزَهْ

What would it cost the perfumer if he gifted us

His fragrant breezes from the basket of the Urjuza,

وَأَبَاحَنَا أَسْرَارَهَا تِلْكَ التِي

أَمْسَتْ عَلَى مَنْ دُونَهُ مَحْرُوزَهْ

And permitted us to share its secrets, those which

Have become guarded and concealed from all but him?

إِنِّي وَإِنْ شَهِدَتْ بِنَقْصِي سِيرَتِي

وَبِهِ شَمَائِلُ شِيمَتِي مَلْمُوزَهْ

Indeed, even if my conduct testifies to my shortcomings,

And the traits of my character are thereby faulted,

لاَ أَرْتَضِي لِكَمَالِهِ حَاشَاهُ أَنْ

تَبْقَى الْمَعَارِفُ عِنْدَهُ مَكْنُوزَهْ

I cannot accept for his perfection—far be it from him—that

Knowledge should remain hoarded as his hidden treasure.

هَذَا وَرَايَةُ حُبِّهِ وَوِدَادِهِ

أَبَداً أَرَاهَا فِي الْحَشَا مَرْكُوزَهْ

All this, while the banner of his love and affection

I see forever planted firmly within my core,

وَغُصُونُ رَوْضِ الشُّكْرِ وَهْيَ نَضِيرَةٌ

مَا إِنْ تَزَالُ بِذِكْرِهِ مَهْزُوزَهْ

And the branches of gratitude's garden, vibrant and fresh,

Never cease to sway gently at his remembrance.