عَلَى قَدْرِ مَا يَلْتَاحُ مِنْ ذَلِكَ الْحُسْنِ

أُكَابِدُ مِنْ شَوْقٍ إِلَيْهِ وَمِنْ حُزْنِ

In proportion to what is attained of that beauty

I suffer from yearning for it and from sorrow

لَطَائِفُهُ أَبْقَتْ عَلَيَّ فَكُلَّمَا

تَعَدَّيْتُ طَوْرِي فِيهِ غَيّبَنِي عَنِّي

Its charms have remained with me so whenever

I exceed my proper bounds therein it makes me forget myself

حَنَانَيْكَ تَكْفِي مُهْجَتِي مِنْكَ نَظْرَةٌ

وَيَا فَوْزَ قِدْحِي إِنْ رَضِيتَ بِهَا مِنِّي

Your affection suffices my innermost being a glance from you

And oh my triumph if you are pleased with it from me