1. قُلتُ لِبَدرِ التمِّ لمّا بَدا

    مُعتَجِباً مِن حُسنِ أَوصافهِ

    I said to the moon in its perfection, when it appeared,

    marveling at the beauty of his attributes:

  2. إِن شِئتَ أَن تَسرِقَ مِن حُسنِهِ

    فَلذ بِهِ يا بَدرُ أَو صافهِ

    “If you wish to steal some of his beauty,

    then seek refuge with him, O moon—or make peace with him.”