وَمَعشوقُ الشَمائِلِ ذي دَلالٍ

كَبَدرٍ فَوقَ غُصنٍ في كَئيبِ

The beloved of graceful features, so alluring,

Like a full moon above a bough in darkness,

كَأَنَّ عَذارَهُ سَبَجٌ رَطيبٌ

عَلى يا قوتِ وَجنَتِهِ الرَطيبِ

As if his cheek were aromatic sabraj,

Oh the vitality and his sweet garden!

كَأَنَّ لِحاظَ مُقلَتِهِ سِهامٌ

مَقاصِدَهُنَّ حَبّاتُ القُلوبِ

As if the glances of his eyes were arrows,

Their purpose the hearts' kernels.