وَذي جَمالٍ كَأَنّ الشّمسَ وَجنَتهُ

وَالخالُ فيها بِهِ شَيءٌ مِنَ الشعَرِ

With beauty like the sun, her cheeks so fair

The mole upon them as if it were a strand of hair

بَدر السّما إِذ رَآها خدّ أَوسطها

فَأَحرَقتهُ بِنارِ الخدِّ وَالخفرِ

The full moon saw her visage, fell in love

Her cheeks and allure set its heart aflame

فَصارَ خَالاً لَها يَزهو بِرَونَقِها

فَحَيَّرَ العقلَ كَالأَبصارِ وَالفِكَرِ

Leaving a mark, now a mole for her to flaunt

Perplexing minds and eyes without restrain

شُعاعهُ إِذ لَهيبُ النّارِ أَدركهُ

قَد صارَ شعراً يُرى في ذَلكَ القَمرِ

Its rays now strands, its blaze consumed it whole

Singed to become the locks upon her face