1. جَمَالِيَ فَوْقَ مَا تَهْوَى النُّفُوسُ

    وَوَصْفِيَ قَدْ تَضِيقُ بِهِ الطُّرُوسُ

    My beauty surpasses what souls desire.

    And pages may be too narrow to contain my description.

  2. ضِيَاءُ السَّعْدِ يَسْطَعُ فِي بُيُوتٍ

    بِهَا مِنْ حُسْنِ خَوْخَاتِي شُمُوسُ

    The radiance of good fortune shines in houses

    Where suns arise from the beauty of my small windows.

  3. إذَا دَارٌ كَسَوْتُ لَهَا جِدَاراً

    تَطَايَرَ مِنْ مَبَانِيهَا النُّحُوسُ

    Whenever I clothe a house's wall,

    Misfortunes fly away from its buildings,

  4. وَتَبْتَسِمُ السُّعُودُ لِسَاكِنَيهَا

    كَمَا ابْتَسَمَتْ لِمَنْ تَهْوَى عَرُوسُ

    And good fortune smiles upon its two inhabitants,

    As a bride smiles upon the one she loves.