1. عَجِبْتُ لحِبّي كيفَ يحتاجُ كاتِباً

    وكُتّابُ ذاكَ البَدْرِ جلّتْ عن الحدِّ

    I marveled at my beloved: how can he need a scribe,

    When the scribes of that full moon surpass all bounds?

  2. فَإِنَّ البَها خَطَّ العِذار كأسْطُرٍ

    غَدَتْ مِنْ مِدادِ المِسكِ في صَفحَةِ الخدِّ

    For beauty inscribed the cheek’s down like lines of writing,

    Formed of musk-ink on the page of the cheek.

  3. وَإِنَّ حِسابَ السّحرِ قَد صَحَّ كَسرُهُ

    مِنَ الجفنِ حيثُ اللحظُ يَكتُبُ بِالهندي

    And the fraction in enchantment’s reckoning has indeed proved correct,

    From the eyelid, where the glance writes in Indian numerals.