1. إِذا تَغَنَّتْ بِعُودِها شَغَفٌ

    جاءَ سُرورٌ يَفوقُ كُلَّ مُنى

    When Shaghaf sings to her lute,

    joy comes, surpassing every wish.

  2. واحِدةُ الحِذْقِ لا نَظيرَ لَها

    كالمِسْكِ لَوْناً وبُهْجَةً وغِنى

    Singular in artistry, she has no peer,

    like musk in color, radiance, and richness.