1. يا حُسنَ شامَتِها بِوَجنَتِها الّتي

    بِالشّمسِ تُزري وَقتَ إِشراقِ

    Oh, the beauty of her mole upon her cheek, which

    puts the sun to shame when it shines!

  2. فَسَأَلتها بِتَلَطُّفٍ ما هَذِهِ

    قالَت سَوادُ عُيونِ عُشّاقي

    So I asked her gently, “What is this?”

    She said, “The blackness of my lovers’ eyes.”