1. يا قمراً صار حُسنُه عَلَما

    قتلتَ خَلقاً وما سفكتَ دَما

    O moon, whose beauty has become a byword,

    You have slain multitudes, yet shed no blood.

  2. قاسمت بدرَ الدجى محاسنَه

    وازددتَ طَرفاً ومبسماً وفما

    You shared with the full moon of night its charms,

    And had in addition a gaze, a smile, and a mouth.

  3. لو كان في جاهليَّةٍ سلفت

    صُوِّرَ تمثال حُسنِه صَنَما

    Had he lived in a bygone age of paganism,

    A likeness of his beauty would have been fashioned into an idol.