بين أجفانه عُقارٌ تدورُ

وعلى وَجنتَيه وَردٌ نضيرُ

In his eyelids a potent draught revolves

And on his cheeks a blooming rose persists

وله بين حُلَّتَيه من البا

ن قضيب حواه دِعْص وَثيرُ

Hidden between his raiment lies a rod

Embraced by soft and ample folds it rests

لو رأته حور الجنان لحَارت

منه في خالص الجمال الحورُ

If houris of heaven were to glimpse his charm

The fairest maidens would be filled with thirst

ما لأهل الجفاء في هجره عذ

ر وفي هجرهم هو المعذورُ

No blame lies with him if others spurn and shun

For their rejection, he cannot be cursed