ودُونَكَها مِثْلَ شَكْلِ النُّهودِ

وقَدْ ضُمِّخَتْ باحْمِرارِ الخُدودِ

Her cheeks like ripe pomegranates

Flushed with pink blush

كَرَيَّا الحَبِيبِ ومَرْأى المُرِيْبِ

وطَعْمِ الرِّضى بَعد طُولِ الصُّدودِ

The beloved's joy and suspicious glances

And the taste of contentment after prolonged aloofness

أتَتْكَ تُردِّدُ طِيبَ ثَنائي

وإنْ قَصَّرتْ عَن مَداهُ البَعيدِ

Come to you repeating my words of praise

Though they fall short of full extent

وتَفْتَرُّ عن مثْلِ طَعْمِ وِدادي

لِتِلْكَ الحُلى والجَمال الفَريدِ

And shy from equaling my affection

For that exquisite beauty and singular grace

فإنْ خَجلَت أوْ عَراها حَياءٌ

فمِنْ أجْلِ تَقصيرِها عَنْ مَزِيدِ

If embarrassed or too modest

It is because they cannot fully express