بعثت بوردٍ لم يغادر بياضه

بياض ثنايا قد أطلت بها الرشفا

I sent a message board whose whiteness had not departed,

The whiteness of cheeks which I had prolonged with modesty.

ترشّفتُها من أحورٍ مخطّفِ الحشا

يلوح لنا بدراً ويرن لنا خِشفا

I sent it from a love-struck one whose love was engraved,

Who makes the full moon shine for us and clinks for us a glass.

فما زلت أُصفيه وأَمحضه الهوى

ويمحضني فيه الترائب والرشفا

I kept purifying it and making the passion sincere,

And it kept purifying me with yearning and modesty,

إلى أن بدا الإشراق في فحمة الدجى

ولاح عمود الصبح مخترِطا سيفا

Until the dawn started to shine in the darkness of night,

And the pillar of morning appeared unsheathing a sword.