لا غَروَ إِن أَصبَحَت خَيلانُ وَجنَتِهِ

جَمراً فَقَد مَسَّها مِن خَدِّهِ نارُ

No wonder his cheeks were aflame,

Though his steed and lance remained the same;

آياتُ حُسنٍ بِخَدَّيهِ مُسَطَّرَةٌ

لَها مِنَ الخالِ أَخماسٌ وَأَعشارُ

On his cheeks were writ beauty's scriptures plain,

In dots and marks, not mere lines of strain.