بَدرُ البَها في فَلَكِ خَدَّيك قَد أَنجُم

وَهوَ الَّذي لِلعَواذِلِ وَالوُشاةِ الجَم

A moon of beauty on your cheek has risen

And it's the one the flirts and wicked gaze upon

وَالحُسنِ قَد خَطَّ في خَدِّكَ وَقَد تَرجَم

سَطرَينِ بِالمِسكِ ذا مُعرِبٍ وَذا مُعجِم

Beauty wrote two lines on your cheek

In musk - one in Arabic and one in a foreign tongue