ما الوردُ إِنْ زقَّ على

خدوده دمعُ الندى

Rose's cheek is made more lovely

With dew tears that o'er it roll

زكا وطاب عبْقُه

ونفساً مُرّددا

Sweet its fragrance through them grows

Breathing life into my soul

أَطيب من تحية

شكرتها فيك يدا

Sweeter than a word of thanks

From my lips in praise extolled

إِن حَسُنتْ تحيتي

فإِنها رجعُ الصدى

If my greeting's filled with beauty

It's but echo of thine of old