وَمَقرون الحَواجب رمت يَوماً

مُقارَنَتي بِهِ فَنَأى دَلالا

With joined eyebrows, he once compared me

To himself, then shunned my company

فَقُلت لَهُ اِتئد يا بَدر حُسن

بَرى جَسَدي فَصيّرَني هِلالا

So I said, come, O full moon of beauty

See my body and make me a crescent

وَهَب أَنّي اِتَّصفت بِكُلِّ نَقصٍ

أَتأبى أَن أَنال بِكَ الكَمالا

Grant that I am marked by every blemish

Yet you refuse me your perfection

عطارد طالِعي سَعداً وَنَحساً

يَميل مَع المُقارن كَيف مالا

Mercury my ascendant, fortune and ill

Sways as my comparator wills and inclination