وَبَدا بِألماسيّ ثَوب يَنثَني

رَشأ كَخوط البانة المياس

His garment gleams with diamonds fold on fold

Like streaks of lightning flash in clouds of gold

طَبعت أَشعة خَدِهِ في بَردِهِ

فَتمثل الياقوت بِالإِلماس

The red glow of his cheek is caught and kissed

By chill air into amethyst