وَبَيْنَ الخَدِّ والشَّفَتَيْنِ خَالٌ

كَزُنْجيٍّ أَتى رَوْضاً صَباحَا

And between the cheek and lips a mole

Like an Abyssinian who came to a garden in the morning

تَحيَّر فِي الرِّيَاضِ فَلَيْسَ يَدْرِي

أَيجْنِي الوَرْدَ أَمْ يَجْنِي الأَقاحَا

Bewildered among the flowers, not knowing

Whether to pick the roses or the apples