الناس أسرى الجَمال وَأَنا أَسير ظَرفك

كَم مِن بَدائِع تَلاها لِلفُؤاد عَطفك

People are prisoners of beauty, and I am a prisoner of your charm

How many marvels has your kindness recited to my heart

أَبسم وَقال لي تَمتع قلت من لطفك

لما رَأَيت القَوام في رَوض حُسنك مال

He smiled and said to me, enjoy, I said, from your kindness

When I saw the stature in the garden of your beauty lean

كَم قُلت لوزر سَقيمك وَالنبي زرفك

How often have I said to your sick companion, by the Prophet your teardrop