فَسَرَحتُ فيهِ سَوامَ طَرفِيَ رائِعاً

ما بَينَ أَزهارٍ وَأَرضِ عِهادِ

I set my eyes roaming in it, exulting,

Amongst flowers and pastoral lands,

أَفدي بِأَبيَضِ ناظِرَيَّ بَياضَهُ

وَسَوادَ أَحرُفِهِ بِنورِ سَوادي

I would ransom their whiteness with my eyes' whiteness

And their blackness with my blackness' light.