أفدي الّذي كُلُّ جُزءٍ من محاسِنهِ

كلُّ ومِن نورِه تَنبَتُّ أنوارُ

I ransom with my soul the one whose every part

Of beauty grows more lights from his light

بدرٌ إذا ما نهى عنهُ النُّهى فلهُ

طَرْفٌ بعِصيانِ ذاكِ النَّهْيِ أمّارُ

A moon, when ordered to refrain, his eyes still dare

Disobey, their every glance a spear in flight

تعاَونَ النَّفس والطَّبعُ الكريمُ معاً

فصوَّراهُ كما يَهوى ويَختارُ

His nature and his soul in harmony did share

Depicting him as he desires, beyond compare

فلِلطَّبيعةِ منهُ حُسْنُ صورَتِه

وفي خلائِقِه للنَّفسِ آثارُ

His form by nature graced, his traits by soul declared

Each shows within the other imprints fair