تَميلُ لِخالِه مِنّا قلوبٌ

وَفيهِ حَلا التغزُّلُ وَالنّسيبُ

Hearts yearn for that uncle of ours

In him coquetry and lineage dwell

وَما مَيْلُ القُلوبِ إِلَيه بِدْعاً

فَقَد مالَت لِحَبَّتها القلوبُ

And hearts' inclination to him is no pretense

Indeed hearts are tilted to their beloved