وَذي غَنَجٍ يَأوي إِلى فَرعِهِ الدُجى

وَلَكِنَّها عَن وَجهِهِ تَتَفَرَّجُ

With boughs that shelter, where the gloom falls deep,

Yet o'er his face she casts a sidelong peep.

فَفيهِ ظَلامٌ بِالصَباحِ مُعَمَّمٌ

وَفيهِ صَباحٌ بِالظَلامِ مُتَوَّجُ

Though dark the dawn, his brow a morning shows,

Though dark the eve, a morn his visage glows.

يَروقُ سُلَيمى مِنكَ جَعدٌ مُسَلسَلٌ

وَيُسليكَ مِنها أَقحَوانٌ مُفَلَّجُ

From thy smooth cheek I see a tress that strays,

While down thy neck the ringlets loosely plays.

وَفَرعُكَ مِن صَبغِ الشَبابِ مُمَسَّكٌ

وَخَدُّكَ مِن ماءِ الجَمالِ مُضَرَّجُ

Thy branch with youthful green is fully decked,

Thy cheeks with beauty's living waters flecked.

وَوَجهُكَ مِثلُ الرَوضِ يَغسِلُهُ الحَيا

تُمَشِّطُهُ أَيدي الرِياحِ فَيَبهَجُ

Thy face resembles meadows fresh with rain,

Combed by the winds till smiles break forth again.