يا حَسَناً اسمه له صفةٌ

بديع حُسنٍ سَوّاه خالِفُهُ

O beauty, his name suits his qualities

Of exquisite beauty made perfect by its opposite

للغصن من قَدِّه شمائلُه

للظبي من جيده سَوالفُهُ

Like the graceful branches to the tree trunk

And the neck to the gazelle

يستقبح الظلمَ وهو فاعلُه

وينكر الحقَّ وهو عارفُهُ

He hates injustice though he is its maker

And denies the truth though knowing it

تُهدي إليَّ الهوى رَوادفُه

إذا تهادَت به رَوادفُهُ

Passion leads me to its haunts

When it comes accompanied by its mates

وعيشِه ما حسدتُ غيرَ فتىً

يُبلى فيهوى من لا يخالفُهُ

I envy none their life but the youth

Who is consumed by a love none can rival