وَأَحوَرَ مَعشوقِ الدَّلالِ مُهَفهَفٍ

يُديرُ إِلى العُشَّاقِ مُقلَةَ ريمِ

And I converse with the darling of my heart's desire, fanned by the breeze,

Who turns to the lovers the batting of an eye languid and tender,

سَباني بِخَدٍ كالصَّباحِ مُنَوَّرٍ

وَعَطفَةِ صُدغٍ كالظَلامِ بَهيمِ

Captivating me with a cheek like the morning light, radiant and pure

And the curve of a temple dusky as the dark night, dim and obscure