زَها بِصُدغٍ وَخَدِّ

كَخُرِّمٍ فَوقَ وَردِ

With cheeks like roses pink upon cream skin

And lips like cherries over petals soft

وَطُرَّةٍ وَجَبينٍ

كَمِثلِ وَصلٍ وَصَدِّ

With brows like crescent moons that gently arc

And straight nose like a sword in sheath aloft

ظَبيٌ يُميتُ وَيُحيي

مِنهُ بِقُربٍ وَبُعدِ

A gazelle whose glance both kills and vivifies

Whether close or distant, my heart is lost

قَد شابَ رَأسي مِنهُ

ما بَينَ هَزلِ وَجدِ

For him my hair turned grey, my feelings tossed

Between jest and earnest, longing and pain crossed