من لي بأبيضَ خدُّهُ مصبوغ

قلبي بعقربِ صُدْغِهِ ملدوغُ

Who has cheeks as white as the full moon

With lips that sting my heart like a scorpion

من جسمِهِ صِيْغَ الهواءُ وإِنما

من وجهه بدرُ السماءِ مَصوغ

His form molds the very air

His face the moon in the heavens hung

إن راغَ قلبي خوفَ سهمِ لحاظِهِ

فإِليه منهُ يروغُ حين يروغ

If my heart strays, fearing the arrow of his glance

Toward him does it turn when it would turn away

ما الوصلُ مبلوغٌ لديه حُلْوُهُ

لكنَّ مُرَّ صُدودِه مَبْلُوغ

No sweet union with him may be attained

But the bitterness of his rejection tasted