لَهُ مُقلَةٌ تَرمي القُلوبَ وَوَجنَةٌ

تَفَتَّحَ فيها الوَردُ مِن كُلِّ جانِبِ

She has a glance that pierces hearts, and a cheek

Where roses bloom on every side.

وَعُذِّرَ خَدّاهُ بِخَطَّينِ قُوِّما

كَما أَثَّرَ التَسطيرُ في رَقِّ كاتِبِ

Her face is graced by lines, drawn fair and straight,

Like scribing on a supple parchment sheet.