1. وَصَفْتُ حُسْنَكِ للسّالي فجُنّ به

    كأنّ للسمعِ منه رؤيةَ البصرِ

    I described your beauty to one who had forgotten love, and he went mad for it.

    As though hearing had the eye’s vision of it.

  2. فلم يزل في وجوهِ الحُسْنِ مُقتبِلاً

    بالوصفِ في صُوَرٍ منها إلى صورِ

    So he kept turning toward the facets of beauty,

    Through description, from one of its forms to another.

  3. وكيف يَخْفى عليه ما كلِفْتُ به

    إذا الدّلائلُ دَلّتْهُ على القمرِ

    And how could what I am enamored of be hidden from him,

    When the signs have guided him to the moon?