مُعَقرَبُ الصُدغِ مَلبوسٌ عَوارِضُهُ

جِلبابُ خَزٍّ عَلَيهِ النَورُ مَقطوفُ

The cheekbones' highlights adorned with their accessories

With temple-locks curled like scorpions, his cheeks are clothed in a robe of silk upon which blossoms are gathered,

A gown of silk on which light is threaded

Souls are revived by him on the facet of a gem, so you bear no fault if an obligation summons you,

تَحيا النُفوسُ بِهِ في سَطحِ جَوهَرَةٍ

فَما عَلَيكَ إِذا اِستَدعاكَ تَكليفُ

Souls live by it on the surface of a gem

The body of light enclosed the spirit and they mingled, within a visible form wherein souls and harmony reside,

So why would you mind if duty calls upon you

For it crosses no imagination that he possesses an equal, nor is there anyone described in beauty who compares.

تَضَمَّنَ الروحَ جِسمُ النورِ فَاِمتَزَجا

في عارِضٍ فيهِ أَرواحٌ وَتَأليفُ

The light's body harbored the soul so they blended

In an accessory wherein spirits and composition dwell

فَلَيسَ يَخطِرُ في الأَوهامِ أَنَّ لَهُ

عِدلاً وَلَيسَ لَهُ في الحُسنِ مَوصوفُ

It cannot cross the mind that it has

An equal, nor in beauty can it be described