عُيونٌ ما يُلِمُّ بِها الرُقادُ

وَلا يَمحو مَحاسِنَها السُهادُ

Eyes that insomnia cannot subdue

Their beauty unchanged by time’s wear and tear

إِذا ما اللَيلُ صافَحَها اِستَهَلَّت

وَتَضحَكُ حينَ يَنحَسِرُ السَوادُ

When night embraces them they shine bright

Laughing as darkness fades into thin air

لَها حَدَقٌ مِنَ الذَهَبِ المُصَفّى

صِياغَةَ مَن يَدينُ لَهُ العِبادُ

Orbs of purest gold, a craftsman’s jewel

Worthy of worship by all men who dare

وَأَجفانٌ مِنَ الدُرِّ اِستَفادَت

ضِياءً مِثلُهُ ما يُستَفادُ

Lids made of lustrous pearls obtained

With a radiance no other can compare

عَلى قُضُبِ الزَبَرجَدِ في ذُراها

لِأَعيُنِ مَن يُلاحِظُها مُرادُ

On stems of emerald their gaze alights

Entrancing the eyes of those who stare