يَا بَدْرَ تَمٍّ عَلَى قَضِيبٍ
لَمْ تَنْظُرِ العَيْنُ مِنْهُ أجْمَلْ
O full moon, perfected upon a slender bough!
No eye has ever beheld anyone lovelier than he.
قَدْ ضَلَّ مَنْ قَالَ عَنْكَ بَدْرٌ
وَأنْتَ أسْنَى عُلًى وَأكْمَلْ
Truly, whoever called you a full moon has erred—
for you are loftier in splendor and more perfect.
Sol 5.6