بِوَردِaround the roses of خُدودِهِhis cheeks روحيmy soul فداهُa ransom for him
بِوَردِ خُدودِهِ روحي فداهُ
لَقَدindeed أَمَرhe commanded العذارthe cheek-down بِأَنthat يَدوراit should circle
لَقَد أَمَر العذار بِأَن يَدورا
Around the roses of his cheeks—may my soul be his ransom—
With his rosy cheek my soul I'd ransom
He has indeed commanded the cheek-down to circle.
Lo, the censors bid the tale to cease
فَأَنَّىso how الوردُthe rose يُنظَرbe seen مِنfrom قَفاهُits back
فَأَنَّى الوردُ يُنظَر مِن قَفاهُ
وَقَدwhile already ضَربَraised الجمالُbeauty عَلَيهaround it سوراa wall
وَقَد ضَربَ الجمالُ عَلَيه سورا
How, then, can the rose be seen from behind,
But where is cheek's rose to be seen from end to end
When beauty has raised a wall around it?
When beauty's struck a rampart round the place