أدنفَ كلُّ الحسنِ في الكلِّ

مَن لا يَرى مَن عِزُّهُ ذُلِّي

He has made all beauty beneath the curtains languish.

Among what he counts as his glory is my abasement.

ليهنه أنَّ قَتيلاً لهُ

إن كانَ من قبلي ففي حِلِّ

May it delight him that I am one he has slain,

if he is absolved of blame for killing me.

مشرِقُ حُسنٍ ما لهَ مغربٌ

في غصُنٍ ريّانَ مخضَلِّ

A sunrise of beauty that has no sunset,

within a lush, rain-drenched bough.

دَلَّ على شَمسِ الضُّحى نُورُهُ

ودلَّتِ الشمسُ على الظِّلِّ

His light pointed to the morning sun,

and the sun pointed to the shaded canopies.