1. Your beautiful virtues have come to me in succession
In a downpour from the clouds of your thoughts, overflowing

2. The treasuries of literature have sent forth their full moons to me
And did not begrudge out of fear of spending

3. And there is no one like an honorable, free Arab woman
Of pure morals and generous descent

4. So I swear, the beautiful fair ones adorned themselves
And whispered secretly to you between revelation and hints