1. A morning blessed with your face has dawned,
Illuminating every horizon, my beloved.

2. Untangled are her plaited locks,
Unruffled by the winds her dress's trailing hem.

3. She shares in women's handicraft, but not their veils;
Jewels of every kind save crowns adorn her head.

4. With kohl unsmeared, no tattoo on her wrist,
No necklace round her slender throat encircled.

5. As if the mole still glistened on her cheek
From a touch of his blessed finger fresh imprinted.

6. Anointed was it with musk-scented water,
Trickling down between her earlobe and her neck.

7. A beardless youth - but had he facial down,
The very image of her he'd have resembled.

8. In her all beauty and perfection lie combined.
No words of mine can do her justice, so I'll cease.