أَيا حَياتي طوبى لِمَن يَرِدُك

حَماكِ عَنّي العِدا فَما أَجِدُك

Oh my life, blessed is he who finds you

Your jealousy has hidden you from me, yet I cannot find you

قَدُّكِ غُصنٌ لا شَكَّ فيهِ كَما

وَجهُكِ شَمسٌ نَهارُها جَسَدُك

Your stature is a branch, no doubt, just as

Your face is a sun whose light is your body