وَمُعَذَّرٍ نَقشَ الجمالُ بمِسْكِهِ

خَدّاً لَهُ بِدَمِ القُلُوب مُضَرَّجا

With apologies the beauty etched with his musk

A cheek stained with the blood of hearts

لَمَّا تَيَقَّنَ أَنَّ سَيْفَ جُفُونِهِ

مِنْ نَرْجِسٍ جَعلَ النِّجادَ بَنَفْسجا

When he was certain that the sword of his eyelids

Was narcissus - he made violets breathless