بِروحي عَينُهُ الوَطفاءُ تَرنو

عَلى وَجَناتِهِ أَضحَت تطلُّ

With my soul his gentle eyes yearn

On his cheeks dawn has arrived

فَشِمْ ماءَ الحَياءِ بِوَجنَتَيهِ

تَرى ماءً عَلَيهِ يرفُّ ظلُّ

So smell the water of shyness on his cheeks

You will see, on it, shadows flutter