وَنَحْوِىٍّ لَهُ نَغَمٌ

يَحَارُ بوَصْفِه الذِّهْنُ

His melody confounds the mind that would depict it;

So my God! Such a melody—

فَيَا لِلَّهِ نَحْويّ

جَميعُ حَديثهِ لَحْنُ

All his words are but song.