اُنْظُرْ إلى شَمْسِ القُصُورِ وبَدْرِها

وإلى خُزَاماها وبَهْجَةِ زَهْرِهَا

Behold the sun of palaces and her full moon

And her rosebuds and the joy of her blossoms

لَمْ تَبْلُ عينُكَ أَبْيَضاً في أَسْودٍ

جَمَعَ الجمَالَ كوَجْهِهَا في شَعْرِهَا

Your eye has never seen white in black

That gathered beauty like her face in her hair

وَرْدِيّةُ الوَجَناتِ يَختَبِرُ اسْمَهَا

مِنْ رِيقِها مَن لا يُحيطُ بِخُبْرِهَا

A rose of cheeks tests its name

From her saliva, for one who can’t comprehend her news

وتَمايَلَتْ فضحكتُ مِنْ أَرْدافِها

عَجَباً ولكنِّي بكيتُ لِخَصْرِهَا

She swayed, so I laughed from her hind

A wonder! But I wept for her waist

تَسْقِيكَ كَأْسَ مُدامَةٍ مِنْ كَفِّها

وَرْدِيّةٍ ومُدامةً مِنْ ثَغْرِهَا

She serves you a cup of wine from her palm

A rose and wine from her lip