لَهُ حُسنُ خَلقٍ في العُيونِ إِذا بَدا

عَلى أَنَّهُ تُردي النفوسَ غَوائِلُه

He has a beauty of character in the eyes when he appears

As if to say that souls are ruined by his coquetries

تَضَاءَلَ حَتَّى ما تَأَمَّلتَ شَخصَهُ

بِلَحظِكَ إِلا خِلتَ أَنَّك خَاتِلُه

He lessens himself until you do not look at his person

With your glance except you feel that you will lose him

كَأَنَّ هَواهُ في الجَماجِمِ وَالطّلى

أَحَلَّ الضّنا في جِسمِهِ فَهوَ نَاحِلُه

It's as if his love in skulls and the twisting of necks

Has set leanness in his body so he is emaciated

لَطيفٌ كلطفِ الرّوح عِندَ ولُوجِهِ

فَمَسلَكُهُ في كُلِّ جِسمٍ مَفَاصِلُه

Delicate like the gentleness of the soul at its entering

So his way in every body is through its joints