بدر حكى سطره في الطرس اذ نمقا

دجى عذار على خدّ حكى شفقا

The full moon traced its verse on the foliage as it set

The darkness of a coy beloved spread on the cheek of the horizon like a blush

وافى اليراع عقيقاً من مراشفه

ثم اعتلى أنملا من جوهر ورقى

The meadow offered from its pillows green chrysolite

Then climbed on nimble toes made of essence and paper

فاهتز يبدي صريراً كنت أحسبه

داوي به عقل مجنون الهوى ورقى

It swayed revealing a trill I thought

A cure for the madness of passionate love and paper

كأنه حين راح الثغر أسكره

غنى فكاد غناه يطرب الورقا

As if when the lips departed intoxicated

It sang, and its song nearly made the paper dance