بِأَبي ثَغرُهُ تَحالي لَماه

وَزَهَت بِالجَمالِ مِنهُ الخُدود

By my father's smiling mouth, when he smiles

His cheeks are adorned with beauty

لَو حَبا وَرد ثَغرِهِ صَبّه كا

نَ عَلى الثَّغرِ وَالخدودِ ورود

Had he kissed a rose, he would have poured

Roses on his mouth and cheeks