وَشادِنٍ كالبدرِ يَجلو الدُجى

في الفَرقِ مِنهُ المِسك مَذرورُ

And a full moon lighting up the darkness

His hair exudes musk, finely powdered

يُحاذِر العَين عَلى صَدرِهِ

فالجَيبُ عَنه الدَهر مَزرورُ

Guarding his chest from prying eyes

His pocket, by time itself, secured