يا حُسْنَها سَوْسَنَةً

يا حُسْنَها سَوْسَنَةً

تَصْبُو إلَيْها الحَدَقُ

تَصْبُو إلَيْها الحَدَقُ

Oh, how lovely a lily it is!

O, her beauty, a lily

The eyes yearn toward it,

Eyes gaze upon her

فِي حُقَّةٍ مِن فِضَّةٍ

فِي حُقَّةٍ مِن فِضَّةٍ

عَلَى نُضَارٍ تُطْبَقُ

عَلَى نُضَارٍ تُطْبَقُ

In a small casket of silver,

In a silver circlet

Closed over pure gold.

Over freshness, she closes

وَرُبمَا تَفَتَّحَتْ

وَرُبمَا تَفَتَّحَتْ

عَنِ العَبيرِ يَعْبَقُ

عَنِ العَبيرِ يَعْبَقُ

And sometimes it opens,

And perhaps she opens

Revealing perfume that wafts.

With fragrance, it exudes