روّاه ساقي الحُسن من مائِه

فبان في أَعلاه ما قد سَقى

The one who served the beauty from his water

Made apparent in his upper face what he had given to drink

ومُنتهى الأحرُف من خَطِّه

في جانبَي صُدغيه قد عُرِّقا

And the ends of the letters from his writing

On both his cheeks had perspired

يا حُسنَه نوناً بماءٍ جرى

ودارَ كالعَقرب كي يُتَّقى

Oh his beauty! A noon with flowing water

And it turns like a scorpion to be avoided

فاغَتِنموا بدراً بدا كاملاً

في شَفَق من قَبل أن يُمحَقا

So take advantage of a full moon that has appeared

In dusk before it is erased

لا أَبصرته مُقلةٌ ذاوياً

ولا رَأَت زُخرفَه محرَقا

No eyelid saw it fading

Nor did any decoration see it burning