1. She is the shapely doe her upbringing refined
So visit her, O Huthaym, do you not see her there?

2. And with her shed your tears though they suffice her not
Like scattered clouds made faint, all lacking rain

3. Let not her feet alarm you, treading blood they spurn
With their brightness on a meadow where the dew's outpoured

4. Can you forget your companion's words when she appeared?
She is Wa'il's daughter, were it not for modesty

5. Yet you imagine her a towering woman walking
On thin slippers, she who's lost her shoes somewhere

6. Not boastful, though she shakes the ground, every bit of it
With a glance, did she want she'd reach the farthest span

7. A lover's crime whose love he tells her of
While she complains of love's caprice and pain

8. So she flew away, though her heart glanced his way
And forgot him though he never forgot her

9. She hunts though strays not, even if she pretended
She'd not desire him, or wish to be rid of him

10. So may her hunting prosper! For each soul
Death or rest from seeking is the hoped for end

11. She looked for him again but did not find him
And her passion almost melted her insides

12. She spent the night speaking of him with sleepless
Eyes that mixed her tears with her abhorrence

13. With more profound sadness and passion than you
When the lovely one is carried away by her passion

14. A noble lady whose hidden charms provoke
Rapture though veiled, so fiercely they entice

15. She has a lofty, capacious house which she boasts of
When she claims descent from her distinguished forebears

16. I think she savored wine, and my notion
Is confirmed when I kiss her mouth directly

17. When she smiles her teeth gleam
Like a pendant amidst her dark tresses

18. For love of her I love the waists of Nejd
And but for passion I'd never have loved her

19. By the dancers barely moving their hips
Like hawks standing atop their perches!

20. She will throw herself at me when night falls dark
The Pleiades inclining, their faces veiled

21. For with her are intimates who challenged me
With glances that provoked my jealousy

22. And with them the curls entice
The whisperers to lean towards their cheeks

23. And health clings to disease from her
When her trinkets embrace her neck's nape