وَصَفَ البدرُ حُسنُ وَجهِكَ حتى

خِلتُ أَنّي أّراهُ لَستُ أراكا

The full moon described your face's beauty until

I thought I saw it, not you

وإذا ما تَنَفَّسَ النرجسُ الغَ

ضُّ تَوَهَّمتُهُ نَسيمَ ثناكا

And when the narcissus breathes its fragrance

I imagined it was your gentle breeze

خُدَعٌ لِلمُنى تُعَلِّلني في

كَ بإِشراقِ ذا ونكهةِ ذاكا

It deceives my wishes, making me think

Your radiance and that fragrance are in it

لأُقيمنَّ ما حَييتُ على الشك

رِ لهذا وذاك إذ حَكَياكَا

I will continue, as long as I live, to be thankful

For this and that, since they reminded me of you