وَبَديعُ الجَمالِ يَضحَكُ عَن أَض

وائِهِ البَدرُ عِندَ وَقتِ الطُلوعِ

The beauty of perfection laughs in the face of flaws

Like the full moon at the time of its rising

ما اِجتَلَتهُ عَينُ التَأَمُّلِ إِلّا

رَجَعَت مِنهُ عَن جَمالٍ بَديعِ

Whenever the eye of contemplation glanced upon it

It returned from it to a perfect beauty

كُلُّ ما مَنظَرٍ رَأَيتُ مِنَ الحُس

نِ فَفيهِ مِنهُ جَميعُ جَميعِ

All the scenes of beauty that I have seen

Contain in it all of it

غَيرَ أَنَّ العُيونَ تَجني بِأَيدي ال

لَحظِ مِن وَجنَتَيهِ زَهرَ الرَبيعِ

Except that eyes reap with the hands of glance

From its two gardens the flowers of spring