بِروحِيَ ماءُ الحُسنِ راقَ بِوَجهِها

وَمِنها جَرى ماءُ الحَياءِ بِخدَّينِ

With my spirit the water of beauty flowed on her face

And from it ran the water of shyness on her cheeks

فَفي وَجهِها شَمسَين قَد شمت إِن بَدَت

نَهاراً وَإِن لَيلاً أَرى فيهِ بَدرَينِ

So on her face are two suns I inhaled when they rose

By day and by night in it I see two moons