غَرثانُ سِمطُ وِشاحِها قَلِقٌ

غَرثانُ سِمطُ وِشاحِها قَلِقٌ

رَيّانُ مِن أَردافِها المِرطُ

رَيّانُ مِن أَردافِها المِرطُ

The strand of her sash is hungry and restless.

Two small rainclouds; their cloaks are restless,

Her wrap is sated with her buttocks.

drizzling from their hind parts gently