مِن أَينَ لِلرَشا الغَريرِ الأَحوَرِ

في الخَدِّ مِثلُ عِذارِهِ المُتَحَدِّرِ

Whence to the timid, bashful, fawn-eyed maid

Comes the rose-hue that overspreads her cheek?

قَمَرٌ كَأَنَّ بِعارِضَيهِ كِلَيهِما

مِسكاً تَساقَطَ فَوقَ وَردٍ أَحمَرِ

Seems it as though the lovely moon doth hide

'Twixt her two brows musk-scented flowers meek.