لَمَّا رَأَيْتُ الْوَرْدَ فِي خَدَّيْكِ
وَشَقَائِقَ النُّعْمَانِ فِي شَفَتَيْكِ
When I saw the roses on your cheeks,
When I saw the roses in your cheeks,
And the daisies on your lips,
And the red anemones upon your lips,
وَعَلَى جَبِينِكِ مِثْلَ قَطْرَاتِ النَّدَى
وَالنَّرْجِسَ الْوَسْنَانَ فِي عَيْنَيْكِ
And dewdrops like pearls upon your brow,
And upon your brow, the likeness of dew drops,
And narcissus flowers in your eyes,
And the drowsy narcissus in your eyes,
وَنَشَقْتُ مِنْ فَوْدَيْكِ نَدًّا عَاطِرًا
لَمَّا مَشَتْ كَفَّاكِ فِي فَوْدَيْكِ
I inhaled the fragrant scent from your breast,
And I inhaled a fragrant incense from your tresses,
As your palms caressed your chest,
When your palms wandered through your locks,
وَرَأَيْتُ رَأْسَكِ بِالْأَقَاحِ مُتَوَّجًا
وَالْفُلَّ طَاقَاتٍ عَلَى نَهْدَيْكِ
And saw your head adorned with blossoms,
And I saw your head crowned with daisies,
While tulips wrapped around your breasts,
And bouquets of jasmine upon your bosom,
وَسَمِعْتُ حَوْلَكِ هَمْسَ نَسْمَاتِ الصَّبَا
عِنْدَ الصَّبَاحِ تَهُزُّ مِنْ عِطْفَيْكِ
And heard the whispers of the morning breeze,
And I heard the whisper of the gentle breeze around you,
Rustling by your shoulders at dawn,
At dawn, swaying your shoulders softly,
أَيْقَنْتُ أَنَّكِ جَنَّةٌ خَلَّابَةٌ
فَحَنَنْتُ مِنْ بَعْدِ الْمَشِيبِ إِلَيْكِ
I knew you were an alluring garden,
I became certain that you are a captivating paradise,
And I inclined to you in my old age,
So I yearned for you, even after my hair turned gray,
وَلِذَاكَ قَدْ صَيَّرْتُ قَلْبِي نَحْلَةً
يَا جَنَّتِي حَتَّى يَحُومَ عَلَيْكِ
Thus I made my heart into a bee,
And for that, I have transformed my heart into a bee,
O my garden, hovering over you,
O my paradise, that it might hover over you,
رُوحِي فِدَاؤُكِ إِنَّهَا لَوْ لَمْ تَكُنْ
فِي رَاحَتَيْكِ هَوَتْ عَلَى قَدَمَيْكِ
My soul is your ransom, if it were not
My soul is your ransom; for were it not
In your care, it would fall at your feet.
Held in your palms, it would have fallen at your feet.
