وأهيف القد لدن العطف معتدل

بالطرف والظرف لا ينفك قتالا

With a supple frame and graceful bearing

His glance and gesture ceaseless battle wage

إن جال أهدى لنا الآجال ناظره

أوصال قطع بالهجران أوصالا

If his face shine forth, his days grant unto us

Limbs severed by estrangement he could assuage

وإن نظرت إلى مرآه وجنته

حسبت إنسان عيني فوقها خالا

And if to his polished mirror I should look

I'd think no human owns eyes above this sage

كأن عارضه بالمسك عارضني

أو ليل طرته في خده سالا

As though his cheek had donned sweet musk for me

Or night did o'er his face a shadow page

أوطاف من نور خديه على بصري

فخط بالليل فوق الصبح أشكالا

The light of his cheeks pours on my vision

Sketching by night shapes over dawn presage