يا قاهِرَةَ الُمعزِّ لي فيكِ رَشا

قَد أُعطِيَ ما كانَ مِنَ الحُسنِ يَشا

O vanquisher of the honored, in you I have joy

You were given all the beauty that was desired

مِن أَينَ لِغَيرِهِ سَنا بَهجَتِهِ

ما أَحسَبُهُ إِلاَّ مَعَ الحُورِ نَشا

Whence could another have the same felicity?

I reckon it only with the Houri in Paradise