رأيت على خدِّها شامَةً

كَحُلكة ناظرها في السوادِ

I saw on her cheek a mole

Like kohl, her gaze into the darkness

فقلت لها لِمْ عجمتِ الشقيق

وعارضْتِ حُمرتَهُ بالمداد

So I said why have you made the red rose blue

And lined your blush with ink

فقالت حَمَيْتُ بها وَجْنتي

من العين والنظر المستزاد

She said I shielded my cheek and self

From the evil eye and gaze that seeks more