مدّ العزيزُ يمينَه ببنفْسَجِ

وبوردةٍ مقطوعةٍ لم تَنْهَجِ

The beloved extended his hand with violets

And a plucked rose that did not wilt

فكأن زُرقتَه على مُحْمرِّها

أثرٌ بخدٍّ ناعمٍ مُتَضرِّجِ

So his blueness on her redness

Was like a trace of a soft, flushed cheek

حَيَّ فأحْيا مهجتي بتحيّة

كالوصل وافق مُنْيةً من مُرْتَجِي

Greetings brought my love to life

Like harmony met longing from my soul

وأشار مبتسِماً إليّ بوجهه

فحسبتُه وجهَ الصباح الأبْلجِ

And he smiled to me with his face

I thought it was the face of the brilliant dawn

أنا مِن نداه ومن فواضل كفِّه

في روضة أنف وعزٍّ مُنْتِجِ

I am from his charm and from the palms of his generosity

In a garden of bliss and glorious grace