قالوا بَدا في خَدِّهِ الشَعرُ

وَأَنتَ لا عَقلٌ وَلا صَبرُ

They said the down was sprouting on his cheek

While you have neither sense nor patience meek

وَاِسوَدَّ خَدّاهُ فَقُلت اِقصِروا

لَولا الدُجى ما حَسُنَ البَدرُ

But when his cheeks grew dark I bade them cease

Without night's gloom, the moon were incomplete