بنفسي هلالٌ يُخالُ الهِلالُ

لتلكَ المحاسنِ منهُ حَسُودا

With my own self, a crescent that rivals the crescent moon

Jealous of those beauties, from which it is hewn

كأنَّ عقاربَ أصداغِهِ

غُذِينَ بمسكٍ فأصبحنَ سُودا

As though the locks of his temple

Were nurtured on musk, and turned raven black soon