بِنَفسي شَقيقُ الرُّوحِ حَيَّا بِزَهرَةٍ

كأخلاقِه بيضاءَ طَيِّبةِ النَّشرِ

With my own soul, the kindred spirit greeted

With a blossom as virtuous as his white morals

وجَاءَ بها في ثَوبه الغُصنِ مائِساً

ولا عَجَبٌ لِلغصنِ إن جادَ بالزَّهرِ

He brought it in his garment, the branch being dry

No wonder for the branch to give generously the flower

وحَيَّا بها والوَجهُ يُشرِقُ طَلعَةً

ومِن نَجمةِ الصُّبحِ انجَلَت غُرَّةُ الفَجرِ

He greeted with it, his face shining like the dawn

From the morning star shone the first light of dawn

بَدرِيَّةٌ لوناً مُعَطَّرَةُ الشَّذا

ولم نَرَ مِن دُرٍّ تَنَفَّسَ عَن عِطرِ

Moon-like in color, fragrant with aroma

We have not seen a pearl that breathed such fragrance