يا كوْكَبَ الحُسْنِ يا مَعْناهُ يا قَمَرَهْ

يا روْضَةَ المُتناهي الرّيْعِ يا ثَمَرَهْ

O star of beauty, O its very meaning, O its moon,

O garden of consummate luxuriance, O its fruit,

أمَرْتَني بسُلوٍّ عنْكَ مُمْتَنِعٍ

مأمورُ حُسْنِك لمّا يقْضِ ما أمَرَهْ

You commanded me to forget you—an impossible thing;

the one under your beauty’s command has yet to carry out what it commanded.