أَلا بِأَبِي مَنْ حُسْنُهُ وَحَدِيثُهُ

إِذَا مَا الْتَقَينَا لَذَّةُ الْعَيْنِ وَالسَّمْعِ

By the one whose beauty and conversation

Bring joy to my eyes and ears whenever we meet

رَأَى مُقْلَتِي تَرْعَى رِيَاضَ جَمَالِهِ

فَعَاقَبَهَا حَدَّيْنِ بِالسُّهْدِ وَالدَّمْعِ

My glances graze the meadows of his beauty

So he punishes them with cheeks wet with tears