وما الخالُ إِلّا البدرُ في صَحنِ خَدِّها

رَأَى وَجهَها تُمحى بِهِ دَولَةُ الغسَقْ

The mole on her cheek is but the full moon in the hollow of her face

When he saw her face, it erased the cycle of darkness

تَصاغَرَ حينَ اِسوَدَّ لِلخسْفِ ساقِطاً

فَخَرَّ عَلى خَدِّ الحَبيبَةِ فَاِلتَصَقْ

It grew small when it darkened and fell, eclipsed

So it fell upon the cheek of the beloved and stuck fast