خَدٌّ تَأَلَّقَ وَاِستَنارا

فَحَكى بِحُمرَتِهِ العُقارا

A cheek shone bright and illuminated

Speaking with its blush the passion flower

أَبدى عَلى ياقوتِهِ

فَيروزَجُ الشَعرِ اِخضِرارا

Revealing on its ruby

The emerald green of poetry glistening

فَكَأَنَّهُ مِن فَوقِهِ

آسٌ يُقَبِّلُ جُلَّنارا

As though above it

A myrtle were kissing a pomegranate