1. I visited a garden, and Al-Himyari was with me,
Bearing a sharp sword with a curved blade and horsewhip.

2. In her smiles were lights, like the moustache of a youth,
And in the folds of her lips were blossoms like chamomile.

3. The clouds did not shed the tears they were about to pour down,
Though they were pent up in their eyelids.

4. So Hudhaym enjoyed a life whose sail was spread,
And attained some of what he loved and sought.

5. And he passed a day free of sorrows, unnoticed by misfortunes,
So the days of the youth slipped away.