بي كَعبَةُ الحسنِ البَديعَةِ وَجهه

يَسعى لَها أَهلُ الغَرامِ مِنَ الوَرى

His face is like the Kaaba of sublime beauty

And lovesick souls from all the world make pilgrimage to it

نَصَب الجَمالُ مِنَ العِذارِ لِسَعيِهم

في كُلّ خَدٍّ مِنهُ مِيلاً أَخضَرا

His charm has pitched the tents of coquetry to entice them

With a green incline on every cheek to draw them on