هذا الهلالُ شبيهُهُ في حُسنهِ

وبهائِه كَلاَّ وفترةِ جَفنِه

This crescent moon, in its beauty

And splendor - no! And in the languor of its eyelid -

هَبكَ ادَّعيتَ بهاءَه وضياءَه

كيفَ احتيالُك في تأَوُّدِ غُصنِهِ

How could you claim its brilliance and radiance?

What trickery in professing love for its branch!

لو لاحظَتك جُفُونُه بِفُتُورِها

أقسمتَ أنك ما رأيتَ كَحُسنِهِ

If its eyes observed you in their listlessness

You would swear you never saw the like of its beauty.