1. يا سائِلَتي عَنِ ابنَةِ الأَقوامِ

    قَد جاوزَ حسنُها مَدى الأَوهامِ

    O you who ask me about the daughter of the tribes,

    Her beauty has surpassed the reach of imagination.

  2. كالفَرع أرى جَمالَها يَشملها

    مِن مفرق رأَسِها إِلى الأَقدامِ

    I see her beauty enfold her like tresses,

    From the parting of her hair to her feet.