لَم تَعرُ جِسمَكَ عِلَّةٌ بَل صِحَّةٌ

خَلَعَت عَلَيكَ نُضارَها لِلناظِرِ

Your body knew no illness, only health

Which cast its radiance upon you for all to see

مَن عابَ صُفرَتَهُ عَلَيكَ فَقُل لَهُ

أَيَكونُ أَشرَفُ مِن شِعارِ الناصِرِ

If one finds fault with your paleness, say to him

Can there be anything nobler than the banner of An-Nasir?

إِن كانَ مُلتَهِباً فَذاكَ لِطولِ ما

أَلِفَ الإِقامَةَ في غَليلِ خَواطِري

If flushed, it is from the length of time

It has grown used to residing in my passionate thoughts

عَرَقٌ جَرى نَهراً مُحَيّاهُ بِهِ

كَصَحيفَةٍ قَد أُلقِيَت في كافِرِ

Sweat that flowed as a river, revived by it

Like a parchment cast into the hands of an infidel

أَسُمَيرَةٌ مَسَّتهُ مِنها بِالأَذى

إِيّاكِ عَنهُ فَلا مَساسَ لِسامِري

A night journey that harmed it

Beware of it, let no touch of an obstinate one come upon it