هُو بدرُ الجمَالِ يَرنو لبَدرٍ

وغزالٌ مِن خلفِ ظِلِّه يَجري

He is the full moon of beauty yearning for a full moon

And a gazelle running behind his shadow

نظمَ الحُسنُ منهما بيتَ شِعرٍ

وهلِ الشِّعرُ غيرُ شَطرٍ بشَطرِ

Beauty has composed a verse of poetry from them

And is poetry anything but one hemistich to another?

ورَقيبٌ عليهمَا قد تَصَدَّى

لهُما غيرَ أنَّه واوُ عَمرِو

And a guardian watching over them both

No one but the prolonged "wow" of life