1. Surely Sulayma, whom God confound,
Has become disaffected with something she never expected.

2. She has accustomed me to enduring patiently
The long night whose length I never thought I could endure.

3. And I see that she persists in wronging me,
Stirring up calamity for me and then blaming it on me.

4. And without being indecent she tells me of things,
About which I can only guess from hints she drops.

5. If she were true to her promises to lovers,
Her perfidy would be far better hidden.

6. She grew up and chastity grew up with her,
So her scruple and her breeding were never impugned,

7. And she took her place in the choicest ranks,
And one held in highest honor by her tribe,

8. A cheek that even when it sleeps
Rivals the eyes in its allure when it wakes,

9. A wine-filled cup passing from hand to hand
Among the merchants, who bid high to own it.