وَمُحَرِّقٍ طاقَينِ مِن سَبَجٍ

في عاجِ وَجهٍ لاحَ كَالسُرُجِ

With burning cheeks of chiseled ivory

That shine like lamps in the dark night

أَجسامُنا بِالسُقمِ قَد فَنِيَت

فَسَلوا مَحاسِنَهُ عَنِ المُهَجِ

Our bodies by disease are worn

Ask of their beauty that lifts the spirit