لمريمَ صَعبَ رَمسٌ في صِباها

عَلَيهِ وَجهُ فاديها أَنارا

In her youth Mary's image was hard to draw

Her savior's face illuminated her

دَعاها نَحوَهُ مِن وَسطِ ديرٍ

قَد اِعتاضَت بِهِ الفَردَوسَ دارا

He called her from a monastery's midst

With him paradise became her abode

فَفي الحالينِ ما بَرِحَت لَدَيهِ

تَؤرِّخُ بَينَ أَخدارِ العَذارى

In both states she remained with him

A pure maiden marked in annals