1. مَرَرْتُ بِوَادِي النَّمْلِ مِنْ فَوْقِ خَدِّهِ

    وَقَدْ خَافَ سُلْطَانَ الْهَوَى وَتَكَلَّمَا

    I passed through the valley of ants atop his cheek,

    And they had feared the sovereign of passion and spoken.

  2. وَكَانَ سُلَيْمَانُ الْجَمالِ بِثَغْرِهِ

    يُصِيخُ لِمَا جَاءَتْ بِهِ فَتَبَسَّمَا

    And at his mouth was the Solomon of beauty,

    Listening to what they had conveyed; then he smiled.