يا وَردَةً جادَت بِها يَدُ مُتحِفي

يا وَردَةً جادَت بِها يَدُ مُتحِفي

فَهَمى لَها دَمعي وَهاجَ تَأَسُّفي

فَهَمى لَها دَمعي وَهاجَ تَأَسُّفي

O rose, generously bestowed by my gift-giver's hand,

O rose brought by the hand of a connoisseur

So my tears streamed for it, and my grief was stirred.

My tears flowed for it and my sorrow was provoked

حَمراءُ عاطِرَةُ النَسيمِ كَأَنَّها

حَمراءُ عاطِرَةُ النَسيمِ كَأَنَّها

مِن خَدِّ مُقتَبِلِ الشَبيبَةِ مُترَفِ

مِن خَدِّ مُقتَبِلِ الشَبيبَةِ مُترَفِ

Red, its breeze fragrant, as though it were

Fragrant red, as if it were

From the cheek of a pampered lad in the first bloom of youth.

From the cheek of a young man kissing his beloved

عَرَضَت تُذَكِّرُني دَماً مِن صاحِبٍ

عَرَضَت تُذَكِّرُني دَماً مِن صاحِبٍ

شَرِبَت بِهِ الدُنيا سُلافَةَ قَرقَفِ

شَرِبَت بِهِ الدُنيا سُلافَةَ قَرقَفِ

It appeared, reminding me of a friend's blood,

It reminded me of the blood of a companion

With which the world drank the choicest wine.

With which the world drank a sip of death

فَلَثَمتُها شَغَفاً وَقُلتُ لِعَبرَتي

فَلَثَمتُها شَغَفاً وَقُلتُ لِعَبرَتي

هِيَ ما تَمُجُّ الأَرضُ مِن دَمِ يُوسُفِ

هِيَ ما تَمُجُّ الأَرضُ مِن دَمِ يُوسُفِ

So I kissed it passionately and said to my tear:

I kissed it passionately and said to my tears

It is what the earth disgorges from Yusuf's blood.

This is not what the earth absorbs from Joseph's blood