يا حُسنَ شَمسِ الضّحى تَزهو بِطَلعَتِها
لَمّا تَبَدَّت تُحاكي حسنَ طَلعَتِهِ
How lovely the midmorning sun, radiant in her appearance!
O beauty of the morning sun, blooming in its rising
When she appeared, she mirrored the beauty of his countenance.
When it appeared, it emulated the beauty of its ascent
حَكَت مُحَيّاهُ في أَسنى مَحاسِنِها
لَكنّها فاتَ مِنها رمحُ قامَتِهِ
She resembled his face in her most radiant charms,
It narrated its beauty in the finest of its features
but the spear of his stature eluded her.
But it failed to match the elegance of its stature
Sol 6.1