يا واحِدَ الحُسْنِ الَّذي لِجَمَالِهِ

تُثْنى إِلَيْهِ أَعِنَّةُ الأَبْصارِ

O you whose beauty draws all glances toward you

Whose charm wins over all discerning eyes

إِنِّي أُعِيذُكَ بالَّذي خَلَقَ الهَوى

والعاشِقينَ تَمَلُّكَ الأَحْرارِ

I seek refuge in Him who created this passion

And those enraptured souls made free

وكَأنَّ وَجْهَكَ نِعْمَةٌ في نقْمَةٍ

لِلنَّاظِرينَ وَجَنَّةٌ في نارِ

Your face seems like mercy amid wrath

A garden blooming in the flames

وكَأَنَّ خَطَّ عِذارِهِ في خَدِّهِ

لَيْلٌ تَأَلَّقَ في بَياضِ نهارِ

As if the line of your downy cheek

Were night gleaming in the light of day