لَقَدِ اِكتَسى زُرقَ الثِيابِ فَلَم يَبِنْ

إِلّا مُحيّاهُ لِطَرْفِ الرائي

He has clothed himself in the blueness of garments, yet nothing shows

Except his face to the beholder's eye;

فَكَأنّهُ قرصُ الغَزالَةِ أَسفَرت

وَقتَ الضّحى بِسَمائِها الزّرقاءِ

As though the gazelle's neck-ring shed its lustre,

When the dawn gleams fair with its azure light.