وَطَلقِ الوَجهِ وَضّاحِ الجَبينِ

بَعيدِ الشِبهِ مُنقَطِعِ القَرينِ

With a bright open face and clear brow,

Far from resembling others, unmatched,

فَتىً تَأَتيهِ آمالي عِطاشا

فَيَرويها مِنَ الرِفدِ المُعينِ

A youth to whom my hopes come thirsty,

And whom he quenches from his fountain plenteous,

إِذا لَيَت عِمامَتُهُ عَلَيهِ

فَقَد ليثَت عَلى لَيثِ العَرينِ

When his turban is wrapped around his head,

A lion in his lair has indeed awoken.