وَمَعشوقَةِ الحُسنِ مَمشوقَةٍ

يَهيمُ بِها الطَرفُ وَالمَعطِسُ

And the beloved of beauty, so finely drawn

The glance and the admiring eye are rapt with her

لَها نُضرَةٌ سِمتُها نَظرَةً

وَتَكلَفُ بِالأَنفُسِ الأَنفُسُ

She has a bloom whose trait is a glance

And the most precious souls vie for her

فَمِن ماءِ جَفني لَها مَكرَعٌ

فَسيحٌ وَمِن راحَتي مَغرِسُ

So for her are two pools in my eyes

A meadow and an orchard in my palm