تَورُّدُ خدَّيْه يذكِّرني الورْدا

ولم أر أحلى منه شكلاً ولا قدَّا

Roses remind me of his cheeks

And I've seen nothing lovelier in form or stature

وأبصرتُ في خدَّيْهِ ماءً وخضرةً

فما أملح المرعى وما أعذب الوِرْدا

I saw in his cheeks water and greenness

So fresh the meadow and sweet the roses

كأن الثريّا عُلِّقَتْ في جبينه

وبدر الدُّجى في النحر صيغ له عِقْدا

As if Pleiades were hung on his forehead

And the full moon in his neck made a necklace

وأهدَتْ له شمسُ النهار ضياءها

فمرَّ بثوب الحُسْن مرتدياً بُردا

The daylight sun gave him her radiance

In the garb of beauty he dons excellence

ولم أر مثلي في شقائي بمثله

رضيتُ به مولى ولم يرض بي عبدا

And I've seen no one in my misery like him

I was satisfied with him as my master, but he was not satisfied with me as his servant