وشَمولٍ أرقَّها الدهر حتى

ما تَوارى قَذَاتُها بلبوس

With such perfection created by time

That even its blemishes are concealed in beauty's gown

وردةِ اللون في خدود الندَامى

هي صفراء في خدود الكؤوس

The rose hue on the cheeks of damsels

Is yellow on the rims of cups

سهلة في الحلوق لا غَوْل فيها

وهي خشناء صعبة في الرؤوس

Smooth down the throat without deceit

Yet harsh and difficult in minds

وكأن الشعاعَ منها على الكف

فِ جِسادٌ على مَداك عروس

As if the rays from it on the palm

Were bodies laying across a bride