تَجلو بِقادِمَتي قَمريّةٍ بَرَدا

تَجلو بِقادِمَتي قَمريّةٍ بَرَدا

غُرّاً تُرى في مَجاري ظَلمِهِ أشَرا

غُرّاً تُرى في مَجاري ظَلمِهِ أشَرا

With a turtledove’s two foremost wing-feathers, she polishes teeth like hailstones,

My moonglow footsteps glimmer with cold light

gleaming white, with serrations visible in the channels of their sheen.

Blushing, you see, down passages of night