بِروحي أَسمَراً كَالمسك لَوناً

وَطيباً قَد تَمكّن مِن فُؤادي

With my soul dark as musk in its hue

And as sweet, it has filled my heart through and through

يعيَّرني العَذول بِهِ اِفتِراءً

وَهَل مسكٌ يعيَّرُ بِالسَوادِ

The jealous chide me, accusing of lies

Yet musk in its darkness, who ever decries?