1. A maiden passed at dawn, in the garden bright,
On the carpet of green porch, a blossoming sight.

2. Like a bending branch in the gentle breeze,
She dragged her dress on the marble with ease.

3. Her beauty shines in her dress, like butter
On a cold day, with sugar makes it better.

4. Her cheeks transparent, colored rosy white,
As red and white perfectly unite.

5. Beauty and health overflowing copiously,
Like water running high in the streams free.

6. Her blushed cheek, a natural perfection,
Not artificially made complexion.

7. Her lips are a rose that made her smile shine,
Her mouth a jewel, richest of its kind.

8. Her saliva is a wine that is denied,
Undrawn from vines, the convent beside.

9. Her eyes are radiant, glowing in the dark,
Comforting the lost in landscapes stark.

10. Her blond hair cascades like the waves crawl,
On a calm day, slowly rise and fall.

11. She walks as the curls follow behind,
Like a leader with army, we find.

12. How often we were in utter joy,
Like poets Al Buhturi and Al Awdha.