الوَردُ في وَجنَتِهِ مُشرِقٌ

الوَردُ في وَجنَتِهِ مُشرِقٌ

كَأَنَّما يَشرَبُ مِن مَدمَعي

كَأَنَّما يَشرَبُ مِن مَدمَعي

The rose on his cheek is radiant,

Roses in their gardens all aglow

As though it drinks from my weeping eye.

As though they drink the tears that flow from my eyes