و أي خير في الهوى كله

إن كنتما بالحب لا تعلمان

What good is love, when you don't understand,

And what good is in passion entire, if you two know nothing of love?

My darling, now you're gone, my darling,

O my flower, I have perished, O my flower; alas for the one who adores the daisy.

يا زهرتي قد مت يا زهرتي

آه على من يعشق الأقحوان

Alas for those enamored of impossibilities!

Were it not for she who was gifted the magic of her name, I would not seek from you the magic of eloquence.

Had it not been for her, whose name is magic,

لولا التي أعطيت سحر اسمها

ما بت استوحيك سحر البيان

I'd not have found in you the magic of expression.