نِعْمَ الحُلِيُّ عَلَيْكَ الدَّلُّ والخَفَرُ

والنَّيِّرانِ ضِياءُ الشَّمْسِ والقَمَرُ

What a fine necklace for you are the vines and palm leaves,

And sunlight and moonlight the fires’ brightness.

يا ذا الَّذي تُخْجِلُ الأَغْصَانَ قامَتُهُ

ومَنْ لَهُ البَدْرُ وَجْهٌ والدُّجى شَعَرُ

O you whose stature puts the branches to shame,

Whose face is the moon and whose hair is the night’s darkness.

ومَنْ إِذا قِيلَ إِنَّ البَدْرَ يُشْبِهُهُ

حُسْناً أَتى البَدْرُ مِمَّا قِيلَ يَعْتَذِرُ

When they say the full moon resembles your beauty,

The moon itself comes to make excuses for what was said.