1. My soul is a sacrifice for the gazelle in whom there has
Been censure of his radiant cheek and blame

2. He whose eye has now become an eyebrow
Shielding the "waw" of his cheeks and the "meem" of his smile

3. He whose stature, once high,
Now stoops, his fragrant musk turned to blame

4. And that blame has become the seal-mark of splendor
On his sun-like face, the full moon of perfection

5. Since his face gained its blaze and glory
I said: "Set down the date he attained the musk seal."