يا حسنه من رشإٍ منصفٍ

مبخل الصد كريم اللقا

O fair one with a glance half granting, half denying,

Close-fisted is thy love, but open-handed thy greeting.

إن نفث السحر بأجفانه

عوذني من صدغه بالرقى

The magic she breathed from her eyes that enthralled me,

I charm away with exorcising lines if she frowns.

يجلو محياه على قده

بدر الدياجي فوق غصن النقا

Her cheek outshines the full moon majestically beaming

O'er the delicate branch of the waving twig.

لا ألتقي في حسنه عاذلاً

يثني عناني عنه إلا التقى

No critic can truly blame her beauty,

Naught but the fear of God could turn my rein from her.