أَعطَيتُ مَن أَعشَقُها وردَةً

أَعطَيتُ مَن أَعشَقُها وردَةً

مِن بَعدِ أَن أَودَعتُها قَلبي

مِن بَعدِ أَن أَودَعتُها قَلبي

I gave the woman I adore a rose,

I gave a rose to the one I love

I gave a rose to the one I adore,

After I had entrusted her with my heart.

After I had placed her in my heart

After I had already entrusted her with my heart.

فَجَعَلَت تَنثُرُ أَوراقَها

فَجَعَلَت تَنثُرُ أَوراقَها

بِأَنمُلٍ كَالغَنَمِ الرَطبِ

بِأَنمُلٍ كَالغَنَمِ الرَطبِ

So she began scattering its petals

She began to tear its petals

But she began to scatter its petals,

With fingertips like moist sheep.

With fingers like gentle lambs

With fingertips like soft, tender branches.

لا تَسأَلوا العاشِقَ عَن قَلبِهِ

لا تَسأَلوا العاشِقَ عَن قَلبِهِ

قَد ضاعَ بَينَ الضِحك وَاللَعِبِ

قَد ضاعَ بَينَ الضِحك وَاللَعِبِ

Do not ask the lover about his heart:

Do not ask the lover about his heart

Do not ask the lover about his heart,

It has been lost amid laughter and play.

It is lost between laughter and play

For it is lost amidst laughter and play.

لَم أَقطِفِ الوَردَةَ مِن غُصنِها

لَم أَقطِفِ الوَردَةَ مِن غُصنِها

لَو لَم تَكُن كَالخَدِّ في الإِتِّقاد

لَو لَم تَكُن كَالخَدِّ في الإِتِّقاد

I would not have plucked the rose from its branch

I did not pluck the rose from its branch

I would not have plucked the rose from its bough,

Had it not been like a cheek in its glow;

If it were not like a glowing cheek

Had it not resembled her cheek in its burning glow.

وَلَم تُمَزِّق هِندُ أَوراقَها

وَلَم تُمَزِّق هِندُ أَوراقَها

لَولا اِشتِباهٌ بَينَها وَالفُؤاد

لَولا اِشتِباهٌ بَينَها وَالفُؤاد

And Hind would not have torn its petals

And Hind would not have torn its petals

And Hind would not have torn its petals apart,

Were it not for a resemblance between it and the heart.

If it were not confused with the heart

Were it not for the likeness between them and my heart.