مِنَ البِيضِ حَوراءُ المَدامِعِ طَفلَةٌ

يَشُوبُ بَياضَ الكفِّ مِنها خِضابُها

A fair maiden, with tear-bright eyes

Her henna'd hands, pale as white butterflies

تَبَدَّت لَنا مِن بَينِ أَستارِ قُبَّةٍ

كَشَمس تَبَدَّت حِينَ زَالَ سَحابُهَا

Revealed from tent folds, sudden, fair

As sun that parts from clouds, to flare

فَخِلتُ وَمِيضَ البَرقِ عِندَ ابتِسامِها

وَقَد حالَ دُونَ الثَّغرِ مِنها نِقابُهَا

Dazzled was I when her smile shone bright

Veiled by her hijab, from my sight