حَيِّ المَنازِلَ أَضحى رَسمُها مَثَلا

إِربَع نُسائِلُها لا بَأسَ أَن تَسَلا

The dwellings became mere examples

Its four corners suffice to ask about

عَنِ الَّتي لَم يَرَ الرائِي كَصورَتِها

أَنيسَةً وَطِئَت سَهلاً وَلا جَبَلا

The one whose image no seer has seen

A companion, she walked on plain and mountain

بَيضاءَ جازِئَةً نَضحُ العَبيرِ بِها

مَمكُررَةَ الخَلقِ مِمَّن يَألَفُ الحَجَلا

White and chaste, the scent overflows through her

Perfect in creation, of those who shun ornament