لاحظتُه والبدرُ ليلةَ تَمِّهِ

قد لاح فوقَ قميصِه المزرورِ

I saw him when the full moon shone

Its light on his embroidered shirt.

فرأيتُ صُدْغيهِ وقد سَالا على

وَجَناتِه مِسْكاً على كافورِ

I saw his cheeks where perfume ran

Like musk on camphor very white.

وكأنَّ خَطَّ عِذارِه في خدِّهِ

سَطْرَا ظلامٍ في صحيفةِ نُورِ

His mole was like a line of dark

Inscribed on parchment fair and bright.