ووردي خد نرجسي لواحظ

مشايخ علم السحر عن لحظه رووا

His rosy cheek puts narcissus to shame

Wise men of sorcery are amazed by his glance

وواوت صدغيه حكين عقارباً

من المسك فوق الجلنار قد التووا

His temples narrate scorpions

That have curled up from musk atop his cheeks

ووجنته الحمرا تلوح كجمرة

عليها قلوب العاشقين قد اكتووا

His red lips gleam like embers

On which the hearts of lovers have been seared

ودي له باق ولست بسامع

لقول حسود والعواذل إذ عووا

My hand holds a bouquet, and I'm not listening

To the words of envious and slanderers as they roar

ووالله ما أسلو ولو صرت رمة

فكيف وأحشائي على حبه انطووا

By God I shall not relent even if I'm blamed

How could I when my heart has curled up with his love?