رأيت حبة فوق وجنته
دارت به طرة فيها العبير ذكا
I saw a beauty mark, like a seed, upon his cheek,
I saw a beauty spot above his cheek
encircled by a forelock where perfume wafted.
A flying thing circled it, filled with fragrance
فطائر القلب يدنو تارة طمعاً
فيها وينأى إذا ما ابصر الشركا
The heart’s bird draws near at times, coveting it,
So my heart fluttered near at times with longing
then draws away whenever it spies the snare.
And recoiled when it spied those who shared it
Sol 5.6