فِداؤُكَ من أوردْتَه منهلَ الرَّدى

فِداؤُكَ من أوردْتَه منهلَ الرَّدى

ووِرْدُ الرَّدى للعاشقين يَطيبُ

ووِرْدُ الرَّدى للعاشقين يَطيبُ

May he whom you led to death’s watering place be your ransom.

Your ransom is for the one you led to death's spring

And the draught of death is sweet to lovers.

And death's spring is sweet for lovers

وما ماتَ حتى أنْحَلَ الحبُّ جِسمَه

وما ماتَ حتى أنْحَلَ الحبُّ جِسمَه

فلم يبقَ فيه للتُّرابِ نَصيبُ

فلم يبقَ فيه للتُّرابِ نَصيبُ

And he did not die until love had wasted his body,

He did not die until love melted his body

So no share of him remained for the dust.

Leaving no share in it for dust