ألبسَني حُسْنك يا حُسْنه

ما لم يَخَلْ وهمٌ ولا ظنُّ

Clothe me in your beauty, O beauty

What has not been empty imagining and speculation

أُعطِيتُ ما لَم تَرَه مُقْلَةٌ

مِنك وما لَمْ تَسمعِ الأُذْنُ

I have been granted what no glance has seen

Of you, and what no ear has heard

أَقَلُّ ما خُوِّلْتُه أنّني

يَعبُد وجهِي الإِنسُ والجِنُّ

The least I have been endowed with is that

Human and jinn worship my face

لو حملَتْني مُقْلةٌ لم يكن

يَألَمُ مِنْ حَمْلي لها جَفْنُ

If an eyelash were to carry me

My being carried would not pain its eyelid