كَأَنَّما خَدُّهُ وَالشَعرُ مُلبِسُهُ

شِقٌّ مِنَ البَدرِ مُنشَقٌّ عَنِ الظُلَمِ

It is as though his cheek, clad in his hair,

Is a fragment of the full moon emerging from the darkness.

كَأَنَّما كاتِبٌ خَطَّت أَنامِلُهُ

بِالمِسكِ في خَدِّهِ سَطرَينِ بِالقَلَمِ

It is as though a scribe, whose fingertips have traced,

With musk upon his cheek, two lines with a pen.