أَرَأَيتَ كَيفَ بَدا لِيَقتُلَنا

ذاكَ الرَشا وَالبَدرُ وَالغُصنُ

Have you seen how they set about

To slay me, the cheek, the moon, the bough,

بِبَياضِ وَجهٍ مَع عُيونِ ظِبا

بِسَوادِها فَتَكامَلَ الحُسنُ

With a face white as jasmine petals,

While jet black are their eyes - beauty wells!