مَحاسِن حبّي مَن رَآها اِهتَوى بها

وَعَنها عَذولي لِلمَلامِ تَعامى

The beauties of my love, he who sees them falls in love

And my reproacher turns a blind eye to their blame

لَحاني وَبي يَشتَدُّ حرّ الهَوى عَلى

مَحاسِنِ مَعشوقي المَليح وَلاما

It burns me how my passion grows stronger still

For the pleasing, blameless beauties of my beloved