أفدِي مليحاً لي إلى

مرآه طول الدهر فقر

I would ransom my life for he who his mirror

Is destitute all his days yet never poor,

من خدِّه وجفونه

للحسن دينار وكسر

For his cheeks and his lids that owe nothing

To beauty but dinar, fraction, and score.