طرَّةُ مِسكٍ وشارِبٌ أخضَر

وثغرُ دُرٍّ ومُقلَتا جُؤذَر

A scent of musk, a green chalice

Lips like pearls, eyes like daggers

رِيمٌ إِذا رُمتُ أن أكلِّمَهُ

كلَّمَني مِن جُفُونِهِ خِنجَر

I yearn to speak to him when I visit

But his glances stab me in the heart

وإن تَعوَّضتُ مِن عَوارِضِهِ

لَثماً تَجنَّى عليَّ واستَكبَر

If I try to overlook his flaws

He spurns my kiss and acts haughty

كأنَّ خِيلانَه ووَجنَتَهُ

سَماءُ حُسنٍ نُجُومُها تَزهَر

As if his moles and dimples

Were stars blossoming in the sky of beauty

سُبحانَ مَن صاغَهُ على قَدَرٍ

فذلكَ اللَّهُ خَيرُ مَن قَدَّر

Glory to Him who shaped him perfectly

For that is God, the Best of Creators