يا نَجمُ قَد استَحيا أَخوكَ القَمَرُ

إِذ لَيسَ لَهُ مِثلَكَ خَدٌّ نَضِرُ

Oh star your brother the moon is shy

For he has no cheek as fresh as yours

لَو أَمَكَنَهُ أَعلاكَ عَن رُتبَتِهِ

أَو جاءَ إِليكَ صاغِراً يَعتذِرُ

If he could, he would raise you above your rank

Or come to you humbly begging your pardon