1. His cheeks glow with youthfulness
His waist, hips and legs allure me

2. He came to me, his heart filled with apprehension
Like a lover fearing his admirers

3. Until I drew him near and removed
The permitted garb after our separation

4. He turned to me, his back exposed
Unlike what had emanated from his collar

5. I asked him, what is it? He said with burning grief
His tears flowing from his eyes’ corners

6. This is Ibn Bastaam who came to me invading
With his subtle cunning and feigned sincerity

7. He climbed onto my shoulder and pierced my aperture
With his spear flowing from his mouth

8. So the marks of his blows remained in my aperture
For a time, may God erase them after our parting

9. May God forbid him his livelihood as he has blocked
The earnings of my aperture with his saliva