الآن قد صحَّت لدَيَّ شهادةٌ

أن ليس مثل جمالهِ بمصوَّرِ

Now I have the true testimony

That none can match his beauty, even the painter

خطٌّ يكتِّبُهُ حَوَالَي خدِّه

قلمُ الإله بنَقس مسكٍ أذفرِ

The lines that frame his cheek

Are drawn by God's pen with musk-colored saffron ink