1. You have made your decision about Qasimah, so go
And avoid her, I wish you had not avoided

2. And followed it with estrangement and your lips from her
Are loosed, the belts of a folk in wretched Khyber

3. When they adjure me about Qasimah I incline
My hands to the insides of the fully-lined quiver

4. By the Lord of the girls dancing in the evening
Or else straps passing over rough coarse cloth

5. Woe betide her for whom she will be a bedfellow
When the Pleiades shook and every star quivered

6. When the onslaught of dew is intense, it falls
Languid like the back of the fully clad locust

7. A white camel giving you noble traits
On a litter, shying in her breast and startled