ما الغزال الأنيس
إن تبدت أليس
What a gentle gazelle!
If she appears, is she not?
أسكرتنا بلطف
دونه الخندريس
She intoxicated us with her grace;
Even aged wine falls short of it.
بلبل ما تغنت
تشتهيها النفوس
A nightingale, whenever she sang;
Souls long for her.
خالها غصن بان
من رآها نميس
One would take her for a slender bān branch.
Whoever sees her—we sway.
كل ما قد حوته
فهو شيء نفيس
Everything she possesses
Is something precious.
Sol 6