كَأنَّ المُدامَ وصَوْبَ الغَمَامِ

وَرِيحَ الخْزَامَى وذَوْبَ العَسَلْ

As though the wine and clouds' drifting veil

And scent of spring and honey's runny trail

يُعَلُّ بِهِ بَرْدُ أنْيَابِهَا

إذَا النَّجْمُ وَسْطَ السَّماءِ اسْتَقَلْ

Her teeth's cold bites it lifts and sets aflame

When the star centers in the skies its claim