chāndnī ke khet meñ hagne jo baiṭhā māhrū
lenḍ ḳham khā kar hilāl-i charḳh-i gardūñ ho gayā

When that moonfaced hunk squatted &amp; crapped upon the moonlit field
his curve-tracing poopie was a crescent in the spinning sky.

– Chirkīn