لِحَلّاقِهِ إِذ جاءَ يَحلِقُ رَأسَهُ

أَشرت لَهُ كُنْ بِالحَبيبِ رَحيما

When his barber came to cut his hair

I said to him: be kind to the beloved

وَلا تُرِهِ المِرآة ينظرُ وَجههُ

فَيَعشَقُ مِنها نَفسه فيهيما

And do not let the mirror see his face

Lest he fall in love with himself, besotted