وَأَصهَبِ الشَعرِ ما في خَصرِهِ غَضَبُ

إِذا اِستُضيمَ وَلا في رِدفِهِ أَدَبُ

With the golden mane, no wrath in his breast

Nor manners in his hind-back, when wronged.

يَبدو لَنا خَدُّهُ مِن تَحتِ سالِفَةٍ

كَأَنَّهُ فَضَّةٌ مِن فَوقِها ذَهَبُ

His cheek shows from under the forelock

As though over silver lies yellow gold.