وَذي شَفَةٍ لَمياءَ زِينَت بِشامَةٍ

مِن المسكِ في ترشافها يذهبُ النُّسكُ

With lips like dewdrops adorned with a beauty mark

Of musk whose fragrance dispels all piety

ظمئتُ إِلَيها ريقَةً كَوثَرِيَّةً

بِمِثلِ لآلي ثَغرِها يُنظم السِلكُ

I thirst for a draught from them like Kawthari water

With pearls like those that string her mouth’s necklace

تُعلُّ بِمَعسولٍ كَأنَّ رُضابَه

مُدامٌ مِن الفردوس خاتمهُ مِسكُ

She smiles with a sweetness as though its yet unmixed wine

Were a paradisal draft whose seal is musk