شَبَّهْتُ خِيلاَنًا بِخَدّ مُعَذِّبِي

مِسْكاً تَنَاثَرَ فَوْقَ صَحْنِ عَقِيقِ

I compared steads to the cheeks of my tormentor

Musk scattered above a ruby dish

وَكَأنَّ عَارِضَهُ عَلَى وَجَنَاتِهِ

آسٌ تَنَمْنَمَ فِي ريَاضِ شَقِيقِ

As if her mole on her cheeks

Were an myrtle blooming in a meadow of windflowers