عَلى وَجناتِهِ قَد لاحَ آسٌ

وَرَيحانٌ لَقَد أَعلى جَمالَه

Upon his cheeks appeared a trace of love sickness

And sweet basil, it raised its beauty high

وَذا مِسكُ العذارِ بِوَجنَتَيهِ

فَها أَرِّخ حَكى مِسكَ الغَزالَه

And that musk on his cheeks with its two gardens

So I describe the musk of the gazelle