لما على وجنته نثر الحسن أوراق

وبان مثل الغبار بخدهِ البرَّاق

When beauty scattered petals on his cheeks,

And his shining face looked like specks of dust,

قالوا تغيّر جماله قلت لا بل راق

ما ينقص التبر نقش التبر بالاحراق

They said, “His beauty is diminished.” I said, “Nay, it is enhanced,

Engraving on gold loses naught when branded.”