بِروحِيَ الخالُ يَبدو فَوقَ وَجنَتِهِ

قُربَ العِذارِ وَتَحتَ الطِّرفِ غَير خَفي

With my spirit the cheek appears over its apple

Near the eyelashes and beneath the eyelid not hidden

مَن شَمس جَبهَتِهِ أَضحى يُظلّلهُ

ظلّ العِذارِ كَذا ظلٌّ مِنَ الوَطَفِ

He whose forehead the sun lit has become shaded

The shade of the eyelashes thus a shade from the eyelid