وَفاحِمٌ ما لا عَلى الخَدِّ

مِثلَ العَناقيدِ عَلى الوَردِ

Rosy-cheeked, like clusters on a rose,

With dimples dwelling on her cheek,

وَصَولَجانُ الصُدغِ مُستَمكِنٌ

لِلضَربِ مِن تُفّاحَةِ الخَدِّ

Ready for apple's blow and stroke,

That fair, smooth surface dare to seek.