مُحيّاهُ رَوضٌ مِنَ الحسنِ زاهٍ

مُحيّاهُ رَوضٌ مِنَ الحسنِ زاهٍ

وَكُلُّ جَمالٍ غَدا يَعتَليهِ

وَكُلُّ جَمالٍ غَدا يَعتَليهِ

His countenance is a garden radiant with beauty.

A garden it is, from beauty overflowing,

And every beauty has come to crown it.

Each charm, next morn, is there seen growing.

وَإِنّ المَحاسِنَ فيهِ أَقامَت

وَإِنّ المَحاسِنَ فيهِ أَقامَت

فَصارَ فَريداً بِدونِ شَبيهِ

فَصارَ فَريداً بِدونِ شَبيهِ

And indeed, charms have made their home in it.

The beauties sojourn in this place,

So it became unique, without a peer.

And lo! it is matchless in grace.

وَبانَ لِطَرفي على وَردِهِ

وَبانَ لِطَرفي على وَردِهِ

وأرِّخ عذارٌ هو المسكُ فيهِ

وأرِّخ عذارٌ هو المسكُ فيهِ

And there appeared to my eye, upon its roses,

To my eyes, on its roses I gazed,

—and record the date—cheek-down, which is the musk within it.

And perceived there a fragrance of musk being raised.