1. Wahifa kills her lovers
With the spear of stature and the sword of maidens

2. She aims the arrow of aloofness with her eyelid
And opens the rose of dawn on her cheek

3. When she calms her forehead with the morning light
A heart she led astray in the night of poetry

4. I confide to her the complaint of passion
So she snarls with blame at he who snarled

5. We are, as was said in times past
I show her yearning and she shows me the moon

6. And I bend his arrow to me determined
Bent at me is shooting or gazing from him

7. When the war of arrows passes
She takes command above a flowing stream

8. Flying on a flashing lightning
The darkness of the plains from it remotely dawn

9. It veils from us the women of the tents
And shows with each sword, masculinity

10. So for fervor from his beauty what was permitted
And for yearning from them what was kept hidden