حُلو الشّمائِلِ ذو المَحاسِنِ وَجهُهُ

نورُ الجَمالِ عَليهِ أَبدى رَونَقَهْ

Sweet of countenance, he of perfect qualities

The light of beauty upon him its charm ever shows

مُذ قُلت صِلني فَالغرامُ أَذابَني

قَد قالَ لي بِالوَصلِ عَيني ضيّقَه

Since I said, "Unite me!" love's ardour makes me melt

Said he of union, to mine eyes, "Straiten your gaze!"