بأبي مليحاً خال وجنته غدا

جنان يحرس ورده المتضرجا

By my father so fair his mole and garden tomorrow

Will be paradises guarding his rose suffused

ما أنبتت شعرات شامته سداً

لكن غدت لعذاره أنموذجا

No hair on his cheek grew to bar love's way

But it became for his graces a model