يا مَن تُنَزِّهُنا حدائقُ وجهِهِ

في روضةٍ محفوفةٍ بحدائقِ

O You who purifies us, gardens of his face,

In an orchard surrounded by gardens.

فكأنَّه فلَكٌ يُدير عيونَنا

في الحُسن بين مغاربٍ ومشارِق

It is as though it is a sphere rotating our eyes,

In beauty between sunsets and sunrises.

وكأنَّ عارضه صفيحةُ جوهرٍ

وكأنَّ حاجبَه مُطَرَّرُ باسِقِ

As though his cheek is a plate of gem,

As though his eyebrow is dripping with rain.