سَلَبتْ محاسُنكَ الغزالَ صفاتِه

حتى تحيرَ كلُّ ظبيٍ فيكَا

Your beauty robbed the gazelle of its traits

So that every doe in you is perplexed

لكَ جيدُهُ ولحاظُهُ ونِفَارُهُ

وغداً تَصيرُ قُرونُه لا بيكَا

For you have its neck, glance, and charm

And tomorrow its horns will be for your makeup