لِلروحِ سِوى لَفظِكَ هَل مِن قوتِ

لِلروحِ سِوى لَفظِكَ هَل مِن قوتِ

في حُبِّكَ هَل لام سِوى مَمقوتِ

في حُبِّكَ هَل لام سِوى مَمقوتِ

Has the soul any sustenance besides your speech?

Does the soul have any nourishment besides your voice?

Has anyone but one despised reproached me for loving you?

In loving you, does the blameworthy have anything besides condemnation?

فَتَّحت وَلا كَزَهرَة الرَوضِ فَماً

فَتَّحت وَلا كَزَهرَة الرَوضِ فَماً

كَي يثمرَ دُرّاً غُصُنُ الياقوتِ

كَي يثمرَ دُرّاً غُصُنُ الياقوتِ

You opened wide a mouth, not like a garden flower,

A garden blossom opened its mouth,

So that the ruby bough might bear pearls.

So a ruby branch might bear pearls as fruit.