شَبيهُ الخَدِّ بِالتُفّا

حِ وَالريقَةِ بِالخَمرِ

His cheek is like an apple, his saliva like wine,

Exquisite in beauty, a blend of sun and moon.

بَديعُ الحُسنِ قَد أُلِّفَ

مِن شَمسٍ وَمِن بَدرِ

His face, when seen, makes you forget excuses,

May God be exalted! What chaos his eyes create in my heart.

لَهُ وَجهٌ إِذا أَبصَر

تَهُ ناجاكَ عَن عُذرِ

تَعالى اللَهُ ما تَقدَ

حُهُ عَيناهُ في صَدري