1. عَلى خَدِّها مُسوَدُّ سالِفِها بَدا

    وَفيهِ اِعوِجاجٌ لَيتَ روحي لَهُ الفِدا

    Her black sidelock appeared upon her cheek,

    And it is curved—would that my soul were its ransom!

  2. وَإِنَّهُما عِندي هِلالٌ وَبَعضُهُ

    مُضيءٌ وَبَعضٌ مِنهُ ما زالَ أَسودا

    And indeed, to me the two are a crescent moon, part of it

    Shining, while another part of it remains black.