دارَ العِذارُ بِوَجهِهِ فَكَأنَّهُ

دارَ العِذارُ بِوَجهِهِ فَكَأنَّهُ

مِسْكٌ بِهِ بَدرُ الدّياجي يكْتَسي

مِسْكٌ بِهِ بَدرُ الدّياجي يكْتَسي

The cheek-down encircled his face, as though it were

The face of the one who denied passion is like

Musk in which the full moon of dark nights clothes itself.

The full moon wrapped in brocade.

لا مِسك إِلّا ما حَواهُ بِخالِهِ

لا مِسك إِلّا ما حَواهُ بِخالِهِ

قَد أَرَّخوهُ وَبِالعِذارِ السُّندسي

قَد أَرَّخوهُ وَبِالعِذارِ السُّندسي

No musk but what he holds in his beauty mark;

Nothing is as fragrant as what his cheek contains -

They have dated it with the silken cheek-down as well.

They have perfumed it with passion and fine silk.