خُذْهَا مُجَاجَةَ مَاءٍ زَهْرٍ بَاسِمٍ

خُذْهَا مُجَاجَةَ مَاءٍ زَهْرٍ بَاسِمٍ

مِنْ فَوْقِ غُصْنٍ لِلرِّيَاضِ رَطِيبِ

مِنْ فَوْقِ غُصْنٍ لِلرِّيَاضِ رَطِيبِ

Take it—the spittle-water of a smiling orange blossom,

drawn from atop a fresh garden bough.

أَهْدَيْتُهَا طِيباً إِلَيْكَ وَإِنْ يَكُنْ

أَهْدَيْتُهَا طِيباً إِلَيْكَ وَإِنْ يَكُنْ

عِلْمِيِ بِأَنَّكَ طَيِّبُ الطِّيبِ

عِلْمِيِ بِأَنَّكَ طَيِّبُ الطِّيبِ

I have offered it to you as perfume, though

I know you are the very fragrance of perfume.

أَرَأَيْتَ بِنْتَ زُجَاجَةٍ وَمُجَاجَةٍ

أَرَأَيْتَ بِنْتَ زُجَاجَةٍ وَمُجَاجَةٍ

تُهْدَى إِلَى قَاضٍ مِنِ ابْنِ خَطِيبِ

تُهْدَى إِلَى قَاضٍ مِنِ ابْنِ خَطِيبِ

Have you ever seen the daughter of a bottle and of blossom-spittle

offered to a qadi by Ibn al-Khatib—a preacher’s son?