نحنwe منfrom البستانthe garden فيin نُزْهةٍdelight
نحن من البستان في نُزْهةٍ
ولفظُناand our speech مثلlike حُلاهits adornments سَوَاalike
ولفظُنا مثل حُلاه سَوَا
We are from the orchard, out for a stroll,
We draw delight from the garden,
and our words match its sweetness exactly.
And our speech is just like its adornments:
تَذاكُرٌreminiscing يطفيquenches غليلَthe burning thirst of الجوىlonging
تَذاكُرٌ يطفي غليلَ الجوى
كأدمُعlike the tears of المشتاقِthe yearning lover يومthe day of النَّوَىparting
كأدمُع المشتاقِ يوم النَّوَى
Shared remembrance quenches passion’s burning thirst,
Reminiscing that quenches the burning thirst of longing,
like a yearning lover’s tears on the day of parting.
Like the yearning lover’s tears on the day of parting.
