قد كان عندي وردةٌ

قد كان عندي وردةٌ

تَلقى الضّحى ببَشاشةِ

تَلقى الضّحى ببَشاشةِ

I once had a rose

I once had a rose

That greeted the morning light with cheer;

That greeted the morn with delight

فَتَوَلّعَت بِفراشةٍ

فَتَوَلّعَت بِفراشةٍ

شبهتها بفراشتي

شبهتها بفراشتي

Then it became enamored of a butterfly

It was smitten by a butterfly

Which I likened to my butterfly.

I likened it to my own spirit

يا وردتي إن تَذبلي

يا وردتي إن تَذبلي

لكِ أسوةٌ بحشاشتي

لكِ أسوةٌ بحشاشتي

O my rose, if you should wither,

O my rose if you were to wither

You have solace in what remains of my life.

You would have my fluttering heart as your model