1. يا مَن تُنَزِّهُنا حدائقُ وجهِهِ

    في روضةٍ محفوفةٍ بحدائقِ

    O you whose face’s gardens take us strolling

    In a meadow surrounded by gardens.

  2. فكأنَّه فلَكٌ يُدير عيونَنا

    في الحُسن بين مغاربٍ ومشارِق

    It is as though it were a celestial sphere, turning our eyes

    Through beauty, between western and eastern horizons.

  3. وكأنَّ عارضه صفيحةُ جوهرٍ

    وكأنَّ حاجبَه مُطَرَّرُ باسِقِ

    And his cheek seems a sheet of precious stone,

    And his eyebrow a sparrowhawk’s fringed plume.