إِذا تَغَنَّتْ بِعُودِها شَغَفٌ

جاءَ سُرورٌ يَفوقُ كُلَّ مُنى

When her lute sings passionately

Joy comes surpassing all desires

واحِدةُ الحِذْقِ لا نَظيرَ لَها

كالمِسْكِ لَوْناً وبُهْجَةً وغِنى

Unique in skill, she has no peer

Like musk in hue, delight, and wealth