أَيا مَن لا يَرِقُّ لِعاشِقيهِ

وَمَن مَزَجَ الصُدودَ لَنا بِتيهِ

O you who does not soften towards your lovers

And who has mixed aloofness for us with straying

وَمَن سَجَدَ الجَمالُ لَهُ خُضوعاً

وَعَمَّ الحُسنُ مِنهُ مَن يَليهِ

And who beauty has prostrated to in submission

And perfection has spread from you to those around

سَليلُ الشَمسِ أَنتَ فَدَتكَ نَفسي

وَهَل لِسَليلِ شَمسٍ مِن شَبيهِ

Sun's descendant you are, my soul is your ransom

Does the sun's descendant have any equal?

كَمُلتَ مَلاحَةً وَفَضُلتَ ظَرفاً

فَأَنتَ مُهَذَّبٌ لا عَيبَ فيهِ

You have reached the peak of grace and excelled in elegance

So you are refined, no flaw in you