صُورةٌ أفرَغَ الجَمَالُ عَلَيها

حُلَّةً من ملاَحَةٍ وَفُتونِ

A picture on which beauty has poured

A dress of charm and allure

فحنَا فَوقَها بِرَأسٍ خُضوعاً

وشِمالٌ لَم تُغنِهِ عن يَمِينِ

We bowed our head over it in humility

And a left hand his right hand did not suffice

أتُرَاهُ يَخافُ إفلاتَهَا من

هُ وذا الشَّأنُ فِي الظِّبَاءِ العينِ

Do you see him fearing her escape

While he has such mastery in the doe-eyed one

بِلِحاظٍ وَيالَها مِن لِحَاظٍ

وَجَبينٍ ويا لَهُ مِن جَبينِ

With a glance, what a glance!

And a brow, what a brow!

وتَرى العَاشِق المُتَيَّمَ يًرنُو

بِابتِسَامٍ لِلنَّاظرِ المَفتُونِ

You see the enamored enthralled one yearn

With a smile for the besotted beholder