زَهَا وَرْد خدّيها على الوردِ بهجةً

حَمَاهُ عن الألحْاظِ طَرْفٌ مُذَكَّرُ

Her cheek is a rose, her cheek's rose is joy upon roses

A coy glance protects it, bashfully downcast

وخدٌّ أَسِيلٌ زَبْرَجِيٌّ مُنعَّمٌ

إذا نامَ يُدْميه المُنى والتفكُّرُ

Her soft, supple, pink cheek when it sleeps

Is stirred by yearning and thoughts

رَمَتْني بسهمٍ مِن جُفونٍ فواترِ

لها في الحَشا وَخْزُ المُدَى ليس يَفْتُرُّ

She shot me with an arrow from her languid eyelids

In my love for her, a wound that does not heal

دواءٌ لكل الداءٍ والسقمِ وصْلها

وهجرانُها نارٌ على القلبِ تسعرُ

Reunion with her is the cure for all pain and sickness

Parting from her, a fire burning my heart

هي الشمسُ نوراً لا يملُّ شروقها

معظمةً عنها النواظرُ تَقْصرُ

She is the sun, her rising light never wearying

Eyes lower before her brilliance

وفاتنةٍ إِنْ فاهَ فُوهَا بمنطقٍ

تَفاوَح مسكٌ من شَذَاه وعنبرُ

A beauty, and if her mouth articulates in speech

Musk emanates from her breath and ambergris

لو أنّ ابنَ كلثومٍ رأَى حسن وجهها

لكانَ بها لا بالقبيلةِ يفخرُ

If Ibn Al-Mu'tazz had seen her face's beauty

He would have boasted of her, not his tribe