بِروحي وَجهُهُ لِلحُسنِ يَحوي

وَفي أَسنى الجَمالِ قَدِ اِستَنارا

With my soul his face contains beauty

And in the most perfect of beauty it glows

وَمَبسمهُ اللّمِيّ عَلى لَماهُ

بِهِ دارَ العِذارُ وَدارَ دارا

His gentle smile in its radiance

Makes the abode of chastity its abode