مَن لِي به حُلوُ الحَديثِ رَزِينُهُ

ألفاظُهُ كَاللُّولُؤِ المَكنُونِ

Who has the sweetest conversation for me, so refined are his words

Like hidden pearls, shining bright

يَا قَامةً تَختالُ فِي البيضَاءِ مَا

بينَ الجآذِرِ والظِّبَاءِ العينِ

O slender figure walking proudly in white robes

Between the roots and the watchful eyes of the bushes

هَل عَطفةٌ نحوي إذا مَرَّ الصَّبَا

لاَ تَنسَهَا مِن عَادَةٍ لِغُصُونِ

Will you turn my way, when the morning breeze blows by

As is the custom of bending boughs

واهنَأ بِعيدٍ قد فَضَحتَ بَهَاءَهُ

وسَترتَ غُرَّتَهُ بِنُورِ جَبينِ

And enjoy a feast whose brilliance you have revealed

While modesty veils your radiant brow