أَفدي الَّذي إِذ سَأَلت عَنهُ

رَنا وَسهم اللحاظ راشا

The one I ransom when asked of him

Whose glance is tender and voice so fair

وَثَغره باِسمهِ يحاجي

ما مثل قَولي شَفا عطاشا

With lips that speak his beautiful name

No words like mine can heal or compare