يا نظير البدر في صورته

وشبيه الغصن في قامته

O peer of the full moon in its image,

And akin to the branch in its stature,

والذي ينتسب الورد إلى

روضةٍ تضحك في وجنته

To whom the rose claims relation

To a garden smiling in its cheek,

ما ترى في عاشق مكتئبٍ

دمعه وقفٌ على مقلته

What see you in a grieving lover

Whose tears stand still on his eyelids,

واقفٌ بالباب يشكو ما به

فمتى تنظر في قصته

Standing at the door complaining of his state -

So when will you look upon his story?