يا ذا الَّذي أَرسَلَ مِن طَرفِهِ

عَلَيّ سَيفاً قَدّني لَو فَرى

O you who sent towards me

A sword that would crack me, if only he saw:

شِفاءُ نَفسي مِنهُ تَجميشَةٌ

تَغرِسُ في وَردِكَ نِيلوفرا

healing for my soul is commotion

that plants in your roses a lily.