أَنا عَبدٌ لِمالِكٍ مُستَطيلِ

حُسنُهُ جُملَةٌ بِلا تَفصيلِ

I am a slave to a perfect rectangle

His beauty is absolute, admitting no detail

قَد كَساهُ الجَمالُ مِنهُ رِداءً

لَيسَ فيهِ صَنيفَةٌ مِن جَميلِ

Beauty has clothed him in a mantle

In which there is no variety of beauty

كُلَّما رَمَت مِن يَدَيهِ خَلاصاً

سَدَّ حُبّي لَهُ عَلَيَّ سَبيلي

Whenever I seek deliverance from his hands

My love for him blocks my way