بدت بين أثوابِ الحداد كأنّها

هلالٌ أتى من غمرة فتموّها

She appeared amid mourning clothes as though

A crescent that came from a gloomy darkness and cloaked her.

فسقياً لذاك الوجه يومَ لقيته

صبيحة يوم النحر أشعثَ أمرها

How morning-like was that face when I met it,

On the morning of the day of sacrifice, dishevelled, commanded.

لقد حاولت تشويهه كنه جَهدِها

وهل يستطيع البدر أن يتشوها

Truly she tried to mar it, but in vain was her effort.

Can the full moon ever be marred?