فَردُ جَمالٍ سَليلُ نورٍ

بِهِ اِستَقَلَّت يَدُ السُرورِ

A unique beauty, an embodiment of light

With him, joy takes control

تَجولُ في رَونَقَي جَمالٍ

مِن خَدِّهِ مُقلَةُ البَصيرِ

He roams in the splendor of his beauty

His cheek is the delight of the beholder

لَم يَعرِفوا مِثلَهُ جَمالاً

جَلَّ عَنِ المِثلِ وَالنَظيرِ

They have not known beauty like his

Supreme over any peer or parallel