إن كنت في روض الجنان ولم أر

وجه البشير فما لدي سرور

If I were in the gardens of paradise and did not see

The face of al-Bashir, I would have no joy

أو كنت ف سم الخياط ومقلتي

ترعى محياه فذاك حبور

Or if my scissors were grazing the cheeks

That would be real bliss