مَليحٌ كَأَنَّ الحُسْنَ أَصْبَحَ حَادِياً

يَسُوقُ إِلَيه كُلَّ صَبٍّ يَشوقُهُ

So fair, as though beauty itself roams

Leading every admirer to yearn

تَحمَّلَ مِنْهُ الخَصْرُ رِدْفاً يُقلّهُ

وَحُمِّلَ مِنْهُ الصَّبُّ ما لا يُطِيقُهُ

His waist bears a burden too great

And his admirer, a longing too much

وَحَكّمَ فيهِ طَرْفَهُ وَقَوامَهُ

فَراشِقُه يُودِي بِهِ وَرَشِيقُهُ

His eyes and his posture hold sway

Beholding, besotted, all who pass his way