الغُصنُ تُثمِرُهُ الأَغصانُ مِن بانِ

الغُصنُ تُثمِرُهُ الأَغصانُ مِن بانِ

وَكُلُّ غُصنٍ يُحَيّينا بِبُستانِ

وَكُلُّ غُصنٍ يُحَيّينا بِبُستانِ

The bough is made fruitful by boughs of bān,

The branch bears fruit from the branches

And every bough greets us with a garden.

And every branch revives us with an orchard

مُبَشِّرٌ جُلَّنارُ الوَجنَتَينِ بِما

مُبَشِّرٌ جُلَّنارُ الوَجنَتَينِ بِما

رَبّاهُ في الصَدرِ مِن أَطفالِ رُمّانِ

رَبّاهُ في الصَدرِ مِن أَطفالِ رُمّانِ

The pomegranate blossom of both cheeks heralds what

Good tidings, the two gardens are full of pomegranates

It has nurtured in the breast: infant pomegranates.

With what it raised in the chest of pomegranate seeds

إِنّي لَأَخشى عَلى وَردٍ بِوَجنَتِهِ

إِنّي لَأَخشى عَلى وَردٍ بِوَجنَتِهِ

مِن أَن يُسَبِّخَهُ خَطُّ بِرَيحانِ

مِن أَن يُسَبِّخَهُ خَطُّ بِرَيحانِ

Indeed, I fear for a rose upon his cheek,

I really fear for a rose in its garden

Lest a line of basil-like down should make it fade.

Lest a basil streak scorch it