أَحبِب بسَنا غُرَّتِهِ مَطلوبا

طوبى لِمُتَيَّمٍ يَراهُ طوبى

I love his youthful bloom sought after

Bliss to the enamored who sees him bliss

لَو خَطّ عِذاره اِجتَلى العَين رأت

ما النَفسُ تَمَنَّتهُ لَها مَكتوبا

If he would reveal his excuse my eyes would behold

What my soul desires for it decreed