أَمَحْبُوبَ قَلْبِي قَدْ تَنَاهَى سُرُورُهُ

فَبَانَتْ فَأَزْرَتْ بِالْجُمَانِ ثُغُورُهُ

My beloved's heart's joy has reached its limit

O beloved of my heart, its joy has reached its zenith,

Its thrills have appeared, adorned with pearls

When his smiling lips appeared, putting pearls to shame.

أَ ذَلِكَ أَمْ دُرُّ الْبَيَانِ مُنَظَّماً

فَأَسْلاَكُهُ أَسْطَارُهُ شُطُورُهُ

Is it that or prose of eloquence composed

Is it truly so, or are these the strung pearls of eloquence,

With its lines and verses in order?

Whose threads are its written lines and hemistichs?

أَجَلْ إِنَّهُ قَوْلُ الأَدِيبِ وَإِنَّهُ

لَضَوْءُ كَلاَمِ الْمُحْسِنِينَ وَنُورُهُ

Yes, it's the words of the literary man and it is

Yes, indeed! It is the discourse of the man of letters, and truly,

The light and brilliance of fair speakers' discourse

It is the glowing light and radiance of the words of the excellent.