نادَمني مَن وَجهُهُ رَوضَةٌ

مُزهِرةٌ يمرحُ فيها النظَر

The one whose face is a blooming garden

In which the gaze plays joyfully

فانظُر معي تَنظُر إلى مُعجزٍ

سيفُ عَليٍّ بين جَفنَي عُمَر

Look with me, you will behold a miracle—

The sword of Ali between the eyelids of Omar