1. بِروحي أَسمَراً كَالمسك لَوناً

    وَطيباً قَد تَمكّن مِن فُؤادي

    I would give my soul for a dusky beloved, like musk in color

    and fragrance, who has taken hold of my heart.

  2. يعيَّرني العَذول بِهِ اِفتِراءً

    وَهَل مسكٌ يعيَّرُ بِالسَوادِ

    The faultfinder reproaches me for him, slanderously;

    and is musk reproached for its blackness?