في وصْفِ حُسْنِكُمُ تَكِلُّ الألسُنُ

وَجَمالُكُمْ فَهُوَ الجَمالُ الأحسَنُ

In describing your beauty, tongues grow weary,

And your beauty is the most beautiful beauty.

يا سادةً غَابوا فَماتَ تَصَبُّري

وبكيتُهمْ حتّى بكاني المسْكَنُ

O masters who have left, so my patience died,

And I cried for you until my dwelling wept.

لي فيكُمُ ظَبْيٌ ذَكَرتُ لِحُسْنهِ

عينَ الجِنانَ أحمُّ أحوى أعَينُ

For me among you is a gazelle I mentioned for its beauty,

The eye of heavens, the most ardent and loving eye.

بادٍ وَلكنْ في الضّميرِ مُحَجّبٌ

سَهْلٌ ولكنْ بالرِّماحِ مُحَصّنُ

Lost but in my conscience concealed,

Plain but with spears fortified.

حَلَفوا بأنَّ الوردَ زهرةُ خَدِّهِ

صَدَقَ الوشاةُ وَعارضاهُ سَوْسَنُ

They swore the rose is the flower of his cheek,

The slanderers spoke truly and the lily opposed.

متلون الميثاق لكن وجهه

بِسوى الحياءِ الطّلْقِ لا يتلوّنُ

Fickle in oath but his face

Besides shame, is open and does not change color.

في خَطِّ عارِضهِ وَنُقْطَةِ خالهِ

شَكلٌ يُصَادِرُ في الهوى وَيُبَرهنُ

In the line of his eyebrow and the dot of his mole

A form that confiscates love and proves itself.