عِتاباً كَأَيّامِ الحَياةِ أَعُدُّهُ

لِأَلقى بِهِ بَدرَ السَماءِ إِذا حَضَر

I count reproach as the days of life itself

So I may cast it at the full moon when it rises

فَإِن أَخَذَت عَيني مَحاسِنَ وَجهِهِ

دُهشتُ لِما أَلقى فَيملكُني الحَصَر

For if the beauty of its face takes my eyes

I am confounded by what I encounter and am left speechless