بِالرّوحِ وَجنَةُ الحَبيبِ الّتي

بِالرّوحِ وَجنَةُ الحَبيبِ الّتي

تَحوي مِنَ الحُسنِ جَميعَ الصّنوفْ

تَحوي مِنَ الحُسنِ جَميعَ الصّنوفْ

My soul for the beloved’s cheek, which

With spirit and garden of the beloved which

holds every kind of beauty;

Contains all kinds of beauty

وَإِنّها مِن تَحتِ أَلحاظِهِ

وَإِنّها مِن تَحتِ أَلحاظِهِ

لَجنَّةٌ تَحتَ ظِلالِ السُّيوفْ

لَجنَّةٌ تَحتَ ظِلالِ السُّيوفْ

and indeed, beneath his glances,

And it is, under his glances

it is surely a paradise beneath the shadows of swords.

A garden under the shade of swords