وَذي ثَنايا لم تَدعْ عَاشِقاً

إلّا عَصَى في حُبِّها مَنْ يَلومْ

With folds that left no lover free from blame

In worshipping her beauty - who would chide

كم بِتُّ أَرْعَى في لمَى ثَغْرِها

وَشِيمَةُ العاشِق رَعْيُ النُّجومْ

The nights I spent pasturing on her lips

When it's the lover's wont to graze the stars?