أقسمت ما سجعت ورق الحمائم في

روض على مثل عطفيها ولا صدحت

I swear I have not embellished the dove's paper

In a garden with anything like her shoulders or clearness of voice

وكلما اعتدلت بالميل قامتها

رأيتها فوق حسن الغصن قد رجحت

And whenever she straightens up with a tilt,

I see above the beauty of the branch she leans

وما اكتسى خدها من لؤلؤٍ عرقاً

لكنها وردةٌ بالطل قد رشحت

Nor has her cheek been adorned by a pearl’s sweat

Rather she is a rose moistened by dew