وصَفَ البدرُ حُسنَ وَجهكَ حتَّى

خِلتُ أنِّي وما أراكَ أراكا

The full moon described your beautiful face until

I imagined I saw you though I did not.

وإِذا ما تَنَفَّسَ النَرجِسُ الغَضُّ

تَوَهَّمتُه نسِيمَ شَذاكا

When the narcissus breathes its delicate breath

I fancy it is your gentle breeze.

خُدَعٌ لِلمُنَى تُعلِّلُني مِن

كَ بإشراقِ ذا وبَهجَةِ ذاكا

Deceitful wishes would have me believe

Your radiance smiles in this, your joy in that.

لأقيمنَّ ما حَيِيتُ على الشُّك

رِ لِهذا وذاكَ إذ حَكياكا

While I live I will always wonder about this and that

Since they spoke to me of you.