1. Her cheek is a rose, her cheek's rose is joy upon roses
A coy glance protects it, bashfully downcast

2. Her soft, supple, pink cheek when it sleeps
Is stirred by yearning and thoughts

3. She shot me with an arrow from her languid eyelids
In my love for her, a wound that does not heal

4. Reunion with her is the cure for all pain and sickness
Parting from her, a fire burning my heart

5. She is the sun, her rising light never wearying
Eyes lower before her brilliance

6. A beauty, and if her mouth articulates in speech
Musk emanates from her breath and ambergris

7. If Ibn Al-Mu'tazz had seen her face's beauty
He would have boasted of her, not his tribe