1. I bear injustice with forbearance in the whiteness of dawn,
You stirred in me the finest sorrows,

2. With white maidens who resemble fawns of the grazing deer,
And remember for them an ardor in yourself entering,

3. My bones became hot and my flesh burned,
As if your heart the day you came to bid farewell

4. Was affectionate to them and perhaps made me jealous,
And I met them in the morning with a supple one

5. Braided like the braiding of reins,
Her buttocks were heavy so standing was hard for her,

6. She walked with the walk of one relaxed and tipsy,
She looked at you with the glances of a gazelle doe,

7. The looks of a fawn, young, tender and delicate,
She has a good place where she dwells,

8. At the slopes of Telal amid the outskirts of Amman,
Oh heart why do you still indulge

9. When she is mentioned although grief has overcome me and I have kept silent,
If only when I approached her veil one day

10. I found her talk healing,
As though pure camphor and musk

11. Were fragrant on her in pocket and lap,
Bashira stood out famously smooth-faced

12. Below the citadels and fortresses of Al-Hawthan,
I compared her beauty to the morning sun

13. Yet she is a slayer and doll of monks,