ظَبيَةٌ كَالهِلالِ لَو تَلحَظُ الصخ

رَ بِطرفٍ لغادرته هشيما

A gazelle like the crescent moon - if you look upon her

With a glance, she will leave the ground demolished

وَإِذا ما تَبَسَّمَت خِلتَ ما يَب

دو مِنَ الثَغرِ لُؤلُؤاً مَنظوما

And when she smiles, it seems that strung together pearls

Emerge from her lips