1. From every white cheek whose bloom
Is as Musk itself were its hue,

2. The cheek is of gold and the lips are of ice
Split, and gleaming with ivory bare,

3. As though, when the thirsty wight quested them,
After al-Kará he were kissing pure wine;

4. And their dew like the wine of the vineleaf
Enclosing splendours of blazonry rare.