1. Do not blame blackness, for it is part of you
In branches, eyes, and eyebrows

2. And you make designs from it
And tattoos on the cheeks of beauties

3. And I see the night is loved by you
And I see the dawn displeased by every critic

4. Ask musk and perfumes about it
And ask the ink on the writer's page

5. And a rash when it afflicts a cheek
Crawls on it like scorpions crawl

6. And suffice that it suits the apple of my eye
And my eye and youth it suits