حلي العذار الغَوالي

أَرخصن طيب الغَوالي

My sweet, pure love

Who cheapens the finest musk.

كَتَبن سَطر كَمال

زَها بِطرسِ جَمالِ

She wrote a line of perfection

With features of exquisite beauty.

وَما الجَمال سِوى ما

بِهِ كَمال الرِجالِ

For what is beauty but that

Which perfects the virtues of men?

كَمثل سُنّةِ طَه

بِها تزان المَعالي

Like the way of Moses,

With it, glories are balanced.

وَإِنَّ مَن قَد تَحلّى

بِعقدها المُتلالي

And indeed, he who adorns himself

With its string of pearls,

محمّد ذو المَقام الر

رفيع باهي المَقالِ

Muhammad, whose sublime station

Is lofty, splendid in speech,

قَد طابَ لي طيبها مِن

محرّمٍ وَحلالي

Her sweetness has been perfumed for me

In what is forbidden and what is lawful.

مهذّب ما نَظَرنا

لِلطفه مِن مِثالِ

Well-mannered is what we saw

Of her gentleness as an example.

طبع كَنَشر شذا الرَو

ض أَو كَماءٍ زلالِ

A nature like the scent of flowers

Spreading, or clear running water,

ذو رقّةٍ وَصَفاءٍ

وَحسن طيب خِصالِ

Of tenderness and clarity,

And goodly, virtuous traits.

وَذو مَقام عليٍّ

لَهُ الثَنا متوالي

And whose station is like Ali’s,

For whom praises continue endlessly.

هَذا ولمّا تَجلّى

لَنا بِأَبهى المجالي

And when she appeared to us

In the most splendid of forms,

وَبالعذار تحلّى

خمار ذات دَلالِ

And adorned herself with chaste love,

A cloak of allure,

قال البَها لِيَ أَرّخ

عذارُ بَدر كَمالِ

The full moon said to me, “Record

The date of the perfected full moon.”