طَلَعَ الحسنُ من جبيِنَك شَمسا

قُرصُها النونُ والبسيطةُ خَدَّا

Beauty has risen like the sun from your forehead,

Its disk is the letter noon, and your cheek the letter ba.

فهيَ في لَونها مُذَابُ نُضَارٍ

مِثلما نورُ شَمسِه إذ تَبَدَّى

In its color it is melted freshness,

Like the light of its sun when it begins to shine.

أذهلَ العاشقينَ منها قَوامٌ

ما حَكى الغُصنُ في تَثنِّيه قَدَّا

It has dazzled lovers with a figure,

That the bending branch cannot describe.

أُوديتُ إن قلبي في هُوَّةِ ال

حبِّ هَوىَ فارحَمِي المُتيمَّ عَبدا

I would be destroyed if my heart in the abyss of love,

Fell in love, so have mercy on the devoted slave.

ما كفَى في الشفَاعةِ الحَسنُ الفر

دُ ورِضوَانُ جنَّةِ الخلدِ وُدَّا

Beauty and the pleasure of paradise were not enough,

To mediate, nor the bliss of the eternal garden.