1. رأيتُ ما تلفِظُ الموسى فآسفَني

    إذ عادَ حالِكُه كالثَّلجِ منثُورَا

    I saw what the razor cast off, and it saddened me:

    its darkness had become like scattered snow.

  2. فقلتُ إذ رابَني تغييرُ صَبْغَتِه

    سبحانَ من ردَّ ذاكَ النَّدَّ كافُورَا

    And, troubled by the changing of its hue, I said:

    Glory be to Him who turned that dark incense into camphor!