يقولون من نار تكوّن خده

عجيب وماء الحسن في الخد سلسال

They say his cheek was formed from fire

How strange, and beauty's water flows down his cheek

اجل هو من ماء ونار تألفا

وقد قيل من ماء فيا بعد ما قالوا

Yes, he was made of water and fire combined

Yet it was said he's of water, after what they told

فلو كان من نار لما اخضرّ روضه

وبات بأيدي الشوق تجنيه آمال

If he were of fire his garden wouldn't have flourished

Nor would hopes have picked him with hands of longing

ولا هو من ماء وإن سال رقة

ولو كان من ماء لما احترق الخال

He's not of water, though tenderness flows

If he were of water, passion wouldn't have burned the cheek