وَقَد قُطِبَت شَهداً مُدامة ثَغرِهِ

وَما في الجُفونِ الفاتِراتِ هِيَ الصِّرفُ

His lips have been sweetened with never-ending honey,

Yet in his languid eyelids is naught but sleepiness.

لِذا يقتلُ الصِّرفُ الَّذي في جُفونِهِ

وَيُلتَذُّ مِما في مراشِفِهِ الرّشفُ

Thus sleep slays what is in his eyelids,

While he revels in the softness of his pillow.

أَقُولُ وَلَم أُكمِل لَهم وَصفَ حُسنِهِ

عَلى رِسلِكُم في حُسنِهِ اِنقَطَعَ الوَصفُ

I speak, but before I can complete praising his beauty,

Praise of his beauty has come to an end through your messengers.

هُوَ الدُّرُّ وَالمرجانُ وَالبَدرُ وَالدُّجَى

هُوَ الوَردُ وَالسوسانُ وَالغُصنُ وَالحِقفُ

He is the pearl, coral, full moon, and twilight,

He is the rose, lily, branch, and curved eyebrows.