تجري المحاسنُ من قرونِ رؤوسها

حتى تمسَّ قُرونُها الأقْداما

The beauties flow from the tips of their tresses

Until their tips touch the feet

ما أَبْصرتْ عيناي قبلَ وجوهها

وفروعها نوراً يُقلُّ ظلاما

My eyes have never seen before their faces

And their branches, a light that lessens the darkness

من كل ناعمةِ الشباب غريرةٍ

تَسبي العقولَ وتزدهي الأحلاما

From every delicate youthful maiden

Who captivates minds and excites dreams

في سُنَّةِ القمرِ التمامِ وسِنِّه

واحسبْ لياليَه لها أعواما

In the fullness of the moon's phase and its years

And count its nights as years for it