وَمُهَفهَفٍ سحرَ العُقولَ قوامُهُ

إِذ يَستَوي مِن لينِهِ ويميلُ

Softly enchanting is his face's grace

As gentle and inclined his supple waist

في وَجهِهِ ماءُ المَحاسِنِ راكدٌ

لَولا الحَياءُ لَكادَ منهُ يَسيلُ

Still water of beauty fills his visage bright

But for modesty, it would stream and overflow