طاقة آسٍ جنيت منها

طاقة آسٍ جنيت منها

بلحظتي نرجساً ووردا

بلحظتي نرجساً ووردا

A sprig of myrtle, from which I plucked

I gathered energy from a fragile branch

With my glance, narcissus and roses.

In an instant, narcissus and rose

أرضاه مولى وليس يرضى

أرضاه مولى وليس يرضى

مولاي بي في هواه عبدا

مولاي بي في هواه عبدا

I accept him as master, yet he is not content—

It pleases the Master though not pleased

My master—to have me as a slave in loving him.

Is my Master with me, his slave in his love