قَرَأْتُ أَسْطَارَكِ الْحِسَانِ وَكمْ

آيَةُ لَطْفٍ فِي السَّطرِ فَالسطْرِ

I read your lines of beauty and how many

Signs of kindness in each line and verse

أَثْنَيْتِ فِيهَا بِمَا تَجَاوَزَنِي

إِلَى مِنْبَرٍ فِي عَالَمِ الزَّهْرِ

You surpassed me with what you expressed

To a pulpit in the world of flowers

شَارَفْتُ مِنْهَا جَلاَءَ نَفْسِكِ عَنْ

مِنْجَمِ تِبْرٍ يَفِيضُ بِالتَّبرِ

From it I glimpsed the clarity of your soul

From a star of pure goodness overflowing with goodness

يُوِقدُ فِيهِ الذَّكَاءُ شِعْلَتَهُ

وَيَجْتَنِي مِنْ كنُوِزِه الْغُرِّ

In it intelligence ignites its flame

And reaps from its treasures the precious

فِي لَيْلَةٍ وَالنَّهارُ يَخْرِجُهَا

أَبْكَارَ صَوْغٍ مِنَ صَدْرِكِ الْبِكْرِ

In one night while the day brings them out

As fresh creations from your chaste heart

يَجْلِي الْفَتَى عَابِرُ السَّبِيلِ بِهَا

فَكَيْفَ إِنْ مَرَّ مِنْكِ فِي الْفِكْرِ

The wayfarer makes clear with them

So how will it be if he passes you in thought