قَد كَتَبَ الحُسنُ عَلى خَدِّهِ

إِنّا فَتَحنا لَكَ فَتحاً مُبين

Beauty has written upon his cheek

We have granted you a clear conquest

يا قَلبُ إِن مِلتَ إِلى غَيرِهِ

ما أَنتَ إِلّا في ضَلالٍ مُبين

O heart if you incline towards another

You are but in manifest error