بأبي مَن لا يزالُ ال
حُسنُ مَنسوباً إليهِ
By the one whose beauty still
Remains attributed to him
والذي كلُّ بديعٍ
مُشرقٌ في وجنتيهِ
By whom all beauty shines
Bright on his cheeks
أينَ لا أينَ خلاصٌ
لِمُحبٍّ من يَديهِ
Where, oh where can the lover find
Salvation from his hands?
كيفَ لِلمملوكِ أن يَع
طفَ مَولاهُ عليهِ
How can the owned expect
His owner to show him mercy?
