لِلّهِ مِن ظَبي كَريم بِاخل

لَم أَحظَ مِنهُ بِقُبلة في كَفِهِ

From God a noble gazelle

I have not received a kiss in his palm

أَضحى الجَمال بِأَسرِهِ في أَسرِهِ

وَاللُطف تَأخذهُ الوَرى مِن لُطفِهِ

All beauty in its entirety is his captivity

And gentleness- people take it from his gentleness