لَمّا بَدَت بَينَ أَهلِ الحُسن قَد سلِبوا

جَمالَهم فَاِغتَدوا لا حسنَ لا خَفرا

When among people of beauty they seemed to lose

The beauty they possessed, owning now no grace or charm,

كَأَنَّها الشّمسُ إِذ لا غَيمَ يَحجِبُها

وَهُم لَدَيها نَهاراً أَشبَهوا القَمرا

She was as the unveil'd sun, whom clouds do not disguise,

And they beside her brightness were as moons that night makes dim.