1. فَردُ جَمالٍ سَليلُ نورٍ

    بِهِ اِستَقَلَّت يَدُ السُرورِ

    Peerless in beauty, a scion of light,

    the hand of joy bore him aloft.

  2. تَجولُ في رَونَقَي جَمالٍ

    مِن خَدِّهِ مُقلَةُ البَصيرِ

    Through beauty’s twin radiances wanders

    the beholder’s eye, starting from his cheek.

  3. لَم يَعرِفوا مِثلَهُ جَمالاً

    جَلَّ عَنِ المِثلِ وَالنَظيرِ

    They have known none like him in beauty;

    he is exalted beyond match and peer.