قدُّكَ في مَلْبَسِكَ الوَرْدي

أم آسَةٌ تَخْتالُ في وَرْدِ

Your stature in your pink dress -

Is it a willow swaying amidst roses?

ووَجْهُكَ الأسْعَدُ من فَوْقِه

أم قَمَرٌ قد لاحَ بالسَّعدِ

Your happiest face above it -

Is it a moon gleaming with good fortune?

ظَبْيٌ وأيْنَ الظَّبيُ من تِيْهِهِ

وغُنْجهِ والرِّدفِ والقَدِّ

A gazelle - and where is the gazelle from its loss,

And coquetry, and swaying gait, and stature?

يَخْتالُ إذ يَلْتاحُ في مَلْبَسٍ

كأنَّما حِيْكَ مِنَ الوَرْدِ

It struts as it hides in a dress

As if it were woven from roses.

وليسَ صِبْغاً فِيهِ لكنَّهُ

عَكْسُ شُعاعِ ذلكَ الخَدِّ

Yet there is no dye in it, but rather

The reflection of the radiance of that cheek.