مُحيّا شَقيق الشّمسِ رَوضُ مَحاسنٍ

بِهِ تُحدِقُ الأَحداقُ مِن كلِّ عاشِقِ

Greetings, O brother of the sun, garden of beauties,

With you, all enamored eyes are entranced,

عَلى وَردِه أَضحَت عِذاراً تظلّه

تَقيهِ بِها في الدَّهرِ مِن كلِّ طارِقِ

Your roses have become a maiden's coyness that shades them,

With it you protect them in life from every desiring one.