1. Sulayma comes to you, and the heart is bleak,
There is no comfort for the needs of a bleak heart,

2. If you taste her mouth, you would say a drink
Of sparkling wine that reveals the thigh's wrap, decanter,

3. With water from clouds in silver jugs
That has a price with the sellers sweeping,

4. Look, my friend, do you see any from slanderous women
Yemeni who wakes up and goes away,

5. Like the swimming of a boat in rough seas
That a wind capsizes it in the water of the Tigris,

6. Its sides cover Al-Mutalif and overlook upon them reddish clouds
From Jews extend,

7. And she fed before dinner and my companion
The trustworthy neighbor, soft of butter, glorious,

8. If the leg moves it you would say a kept aside
Green tender fed heritage and cypresses,

9. Its pastures are the meadows, a stallion as if
When the deer accompany his walk, a fighter,

10. So a living tribe attacked him in the morning and made
Dogs so all predators flee,

11. If they fear its reach, the pillars of the lower
Feet awake in it spirit,

12. And I let the curly horn in its chest
Disheveled above the belt smelly,

13. Repels for the fingertips of mud a thick,
After the nails look, snorting,

14. If a group of deer comes counting it
They compete, all moan,