وَحَمَّامٍ دَخَلْنَاهَا فَخِلْنَا

بِهَا بدراً عَلَى غُصْنٍ نَضِيرِ

And we entered a dove-cote and saw there

A full moon hung on a slender branch.

فَقُلْتُ وَقَدْ عجبتُ لِمَا دَهَانِي

أحُورُ الخُلْدِ في نَارِ السَّعِيرِ

I said —for I was pierced by the sight—

"This is beauty's self in the burning fire."