1. بِأَبي ثَغرُهُ تَحالي لَماه

    وَزَهَت بِالجَمالِ مِنهُ الخُدود

    I would ransom his mouth with my father—its dusky hue has grown sweet.

    And his cheeks shone with beauty.

  2. لَو حَبا وَرد ثَغرِهِ صَبّه كا

    نَ عَلى الثَّغرِ وَالخدودِ ورود

    If he bestowed the rose of his mouth upon his ardent lover, there would

    be roses upon the mouth and cheeks.