لما يا ورد لم يذبلك شوقٌ

لما يا ورد لم يذبلك شوقٌ

لروضك والصدور عن الورودِ

لروضك والصدور عن الورودِ

Why, O rose, have you not been withered by longing

Roses, when I asked why you had not withered from yearning

for your garden, and by leaving the watering place?

For your garden, while hearts have no love for roses,

فقال لقد أنست بروض صدرٍ

فقال لقد أنست بروض صدرٍ

ووردي عطر رمان النهودِ

ووردي عطر رمان النهودِ

It replied: “I have indeed found comfort in a bosom’s garden,

You answered, “I've made my home in a loving breast

and my drink is the fragrance of the breasts’ pomegranates.”

And my scent is the fragrance of pomegranate blossoms."