1. يَا بَدْرَ تَمٍّ سَلْوَتِي كَمَحَاقِهِ

    وَمَحَبَّتِي كَكَمَالِهِ لَمْ تُوصَفِ

    O full moon, my forgetting you is like its dark phase.

    And my love, like its fullness, has not been described.

  2. خَدَّاكَ تُفَّاحِي وَلَحْظُكَ نَرْجِسِي

    وَسَنَاكَ مِصْباحِي وَرِيقُكَ قَرْقَفِي

    Your cheeks are my apples, and your glance my narcissus.

    And your radiance is my lamp, and your saliva my wine.