تَبَسَّمَ عَنْ َشَذى زَهْرٍ مَطِيرِ

وَأسْفَرَ عنْ سَنَى بَدْرٍ مُنِيرِ

He smiled with the fragrance of a scented flower,

And shone with the radiance of a glowing moon.

وَأنْبَتَ في لَظى خَدَّيْهِ وَرْداً

وَكيفَ الوَرْدُ يَنْبُتُ فِي السَّعيرِ

And grew a rose on his burning cheeks,

How can a rose grow in intense heat?

وَنَمَّ بِخَدّهِ الوَرْدِيّ صُدْغٌ

فَذَكَّرَنَا مَقَامَات الحَرِيرِي

The rose on his cheek reminded us

Of Al-Harithi's gatherings.

وَرَاعَى الغُصْنُ ناظِرَ مِعْطَفَيْهِ

وَقَالَ كَذَا مُرَاعَاَةُ النَّظِيرِ

The branch watched over his two sleeves,

Such is the care of a peer.

غَزَالٌ كَيْفَ تَنْشَطُ مُقْلَتَاهُ

لِقَتْلِي وَهيَ تُوصَفُ بِالْفُتُورِ

How lively are the eyes of a gazelle

To slay me, while deemed weak.

وَتَجْهَلُ ما ألاَقي فِي الدَّيَاجِي

ذَوَائِبُهُ وَتُنْسَبُ لِلشُّعُورِ

It knows not what I suffer in the dark,

Its glances though ascribed to awareness.