قُلتُ وَقد قيلَ بَدا شِعرُهُ

قُلتُ وَقد قيلَ بَدا شِعرُهُ

بِمِثلِ ذاكَ الشِعرِ لا يُشعَرُ

بِمِثلِ ذاكَ الشِعرِ لا يُشعَرُ

I said, when told his hair had appeared:

I said, though it was said his poetry

“Hair like that is hardly noticed.

Showed with that poetry he had no poetic gift.

هَل زَغَبُ الحُسنِ لَهُ ضائِرٌ

هَل زَغَبُ الحُسنِ لَهُ ضائِرٌ

ذا القَمرُ التمُّ بِهِ يَقمُرُ

ذا القَمرُ التمُّ بِهِ يَقمُرُ

Does beauty’s soft down do him any harm?

Does the brushwood of beauty have harmful thorns

This full moon outshines others with it.”

When the moon-like one is perfected by it?