وابِأبي رَائِق الشبابِ ويَا

وابِأبي رَائِق الشبابِ ويَا

بَهْجَةَ خديهِ ما أُمَيْلِحَهَا

بَهْجَةَ خديهِ ما أُمَيْلِحَهَا

Ah, may my father be his ransom, so radiant in youth! And O

By my father’s youthful radiance, by

beauty of his cheeks—how lovely it is!

The alluring bloom of his cheek, how sweet

كأنني عِنْدَما أُقَبلهَا

كأنني عِنْدَما أُقَبلهَا

أنْفُخُ في ورْدَةٍ لأفْتَحَها

أنْفُخُ في ورْدَةٍ لأفْتَحَها

It is as though, when I kiss it,

It seems when I kiss that cheek of his,

I blow into a rose to open it.

I’m breathing life into a budding rose.