خَزَّها أَرقّ مِنَ الهَوى

وَأَرقَّ مِنَ جِسم الهَوا

More delicate than passion is her cheek,

And more delicate than ether is her shape,

عَذراءُ أَلبَسَها الحَيا

مِن نَسجِهِ ثَوبَ الحَيا

Modesty has clothed her with life's garment,

Woven by its own hands as its raiment.