بيَ خالٌ بِخَدِّهِ قَد تَبدّى

وَدَنا مِن عِذارِهِ السندسِ

With his cheek revealed he drew near,

Approaching from beneath his coverlet a place

آخِذاً مِن تَحتِ اللّحاظِ مقاماً

قَد حَبانا بَهجَةَ الأَنفُسِ

That had brought joy to souls.

I said, "O beauty, in a garden of roses

قلتُ يا حُسنَهُ بِرَوضَةِ وَردٍ

مُستَظِلّاً بِالآسِ وَالنرجِسِ

Shaded by myrtle and narcissi."