بِمَسِّ أقْدامِ النَّبِيِّ قد حَوَتْ

بِمَسِّ أقْدامِ النَّبِيِّ قد حَوَتْ

طَيْبَةُ فخراً حَلَّ في أرْجائِهَا

طَيْبَةُ فخراً حَلَّ في أرْجائِهَا

Through the touch of the Prophet’s feet, Taybah has gained

With the prophet's blessed steps enclosed

A glory that has settled within her precincts.

Taibah prides herself, perfume permeating her corners.

أَخَالُها مذ فَنِيَتْ بحُبِّهِ

أَخَالُها مذ فَنِيَتْ بحُبِّهِ

صَانَتْه لِلْغَيْرةِ في أحْشائِهَا

صَانَتْه لِلْغَيْرةِ في أحْشائِهَا

I imagine that, since she was consumed by love for him,

Since it was graced with his love

She has guarded him, out of jealousy, within her bosom.

Zealously guarding it in her bosom.