مِسْكٌ وخَمْرٌ وبَرَدْ

رِضابهُ لِذَا رفَدْ

Musk, wine, and hailstones—

his lips’ nectar supplies them all.

فَلوْ رأَى بَدْرُ الدُّجى

ضِياءَ خَدَّيْهِ سَجَدْ

Were the full moon of night to see

the radiance of his two cheeks, it would fall prostrate.

وَالحُسْنُ لَو أَبْصَرَهُ

لَماتَ مِنْ فَرْطِ الحَسَدْ

And were Beauty itself to behold him,

it would die from sheer excess of envy.

يَقْتُلُ باللَّحْظِ وَمَا

عَليْه في ذَاك قَوَدْ

He kills with a glance, and yet

no blood-requital is due from him.

أُعِيذُهُ مِنْ نَاظِرِي

بِقُلْ هُوَ اللَّهُ أَحَدْ

I shield him from my own gaze

with “Say: He is God, the One.”