الوَردُ في وَجنَتَيهِ

الوَردُ في وَجنَتَيهِ

وَالسِحرُ في مُقلَتَيهِ

وَالسِحرُ في مُقلَتَيهِ

The rose is in his cheeks,

The rose in its gardens

and magic in his eyes.

And the magic in its eyes

وَإِن عَصاهُ لِساني

وَإِن عَصاهُ لِساني

فَالقَلبُ طَوعُ يَدَيهِ

فَالقَلبُ طَوعُ يَدَيهِ

And though my tongue disobeys him,

Though my tongue may disobey

yet my heart is at his hands’ command.

My heart is under its sway

ياظالِماً لَستُ أَدري

ياظالِماً لَستُ أَدري

أَدعو لَهُ أَم عَلَيهِ

أَدعو لَهُ أَم عَلَيهِ

O cruel one, I do not know

O unjust one, I know not

whether to pray for him or against him.

If for you I pray or curse

أَنا إِلى اللَهِ مِمّا

أَنا إِلى اللَهِ مِمّا

دُفِعتُ مِنكَ إِلَيهِ

دُفِعتُ مِنكَ إِلَيهِ

I turn to God for refuge from what

To God I leave judgment

you have driven me to.

For all I've suffered from you