بِرُوحيwith my soul مُحيَّاهُhis countenance وَرُوحيand my soul قَليلَةٌlittle
بِرُوحي مُحيَّاهُ وَرُوحي قَليلَةٌ
وَلَمand not تُحصَwere counted أَرواحٌsouls فَدَتهُransomed him وأنفُسُand lives
وَلَم تُحصَ أَرواحٌ فَدَتهُ وأنفُسُ
For his countenance I would give my soul, yet my soul is a small offering.
Uncounted are the souls and lives that have ransomed him.
لَقَدindeed صارَhas become رَوْضاًa garden لِلبَهاءِfor splendor وَإِنّهُand indeed it
لَقَد صارَ رَوْضاً لِلبَهاءِ وَإِنّهُ
غَدَتhave come to be فيهِwithin it أَنواعُvarieties المَحاسِنbeauties تُغرسُare planted
غَدَت فيهِ أَنواعُ المَحاسِن تُغرسُ
It has indeed become a garden of splendor, and truly,
varieties of beauty have come to be planted within it.
فَلَوfor if لَمnot يَكُنwere رَوضa garden البَهاsplendor ماnot بداappeared بِهِupon it
فَلَو لَم يَكُن رَوض البَها ما بدا بِهِ
ورودٌroses وتفّاحٌand apples وآسٌand myrtle ونرجسُand narcissus
ورودٌ وتفّاحٌ وآسٌ ونرجسُ
For were it not a garden of splendor, there would not appear upon it
roses and apples and myrtle and narcissus.
Translation model: Sol 6.1