1. The reveler drags his train of rapture
Swaying between jest and play

2. With a smooth brow of purest silver
Above a cheek imbued with golden hue

3. My tears wrote their pact on my cheek
Passion dictates what was written

4. Why, in my ignorance, do I see it leaving?
The blackness of my hair has left me

5. Al-Khansa said when I came to her
The head of this youth grew gray after me