كَم مِن يَدٍ لِلوَردِ مَشكورَةٍ

كَم مِن يَدٍ لِلوَردِ مَشكورَةٍ

عِندي وَلَيسَت كَيدِ النَرجِسِ

عِندي وَلَيسَت كَيدِ النَرجِسِ

How many a favor of the rose is gratefully acknowledged

How many a hand to the rose is thankful

By me—yet none is like the narcissus's favor.

To me, and is not like the narcissus' deceit

الوَردُ يَأتي وَوُجوهُ الرُبى

الوَردُ يَأتي وَوُجوهُ الرُبى

تَضحَكُ عَن ذي بَردٍ أَملَسِ

تَضحَكُ عَن ذي بَردٍ أَملَسِ

The rose comes while the faces of the hills

The rose comes, and the faces of the meadows

Smile, revealing one clad in a smooth mantle.

Smile from one with smooth coldness

وَقَد تَحَلَّت بِعُقودِ النَدى

وَقَد تَحَلَّت بِعُقودِ النَدى

نابِتَةٌ في الأَرضِ لَم تُغرَسِ

نابِتَةٌ في الأَرضِ لَم تُغرَسِ

And they have adorned themselves with necklaces of dew,

It has adorned itself with necklaces of dew

Growing in the earth, though never planted.

Growing in the earth, not planted

وَلَن تَرى النَرجِسَ حَتّى تَرى

وَلَن تَرى النَرجِسَ حَتّى تَرى

رَوضَ الخُزامى رَثَّةَ المَلبَسِ

رَوضَ الخُزامى رَثَّةَ المَلبَسِ

And you will not see the narcissus until you see

You will not see the narcissus until you see

The lavender meadow in threadbare raiment,

The gardens of cress, shabby in dress

وَتُخلِقُ النَكباءُ ما جَدَّدَت

وَتُخلِقُ النَكباءُ ما جَدَّدَت

أَيدي الغَوادي في سَنا السُندُسِ

أَيدي الغَوادي في سَنا السُندُسِ

And the crosswind wears out what was renewed

And the unfortunate ones create what has been renewed

By the hands of morning rains in the sheen of fine silk.

By the hands of the loving one in the brilliance of satin

هُناكَ يَأتيكَ غَريباً عَلى

هُناكَ يَأتيكَ غَريباً عَلى

شَوقٍ مِنَ الأَعيُنِ وَالأَنفُسِ

شَوقٍ مِنَ الأَعيُنِ وَالأَنفُسِ

There it comes to you, a stranger, amid

There the strange one will come to you

The longing of eyes and souls.

With longing from the eyes and the souls