وَعَقرَبٍ في الخَدِّ مِن مِسكَةٍ

أَمسَكَ أَن يَأكُلَها الجَمرُ

The sting of musk still lingers on her cheek,

Though the embers were loath to prey on it.

بَقِيَّةٌ مِن لَيلَةٍ لِلرِضا

نامَت وَما أَيقَظَها الفَجرُ

A remnant of a night of contentment;

She slept, and dawn awakened her not.