1. Has Buthaina, O people, become my judge,
She who pays my debts and does good deeds so I reward her?

2. She casts at me a fawn-like glance meant
To pierce my heart when she casts her glance and I cast mine.

3. Slender when she comes, plump when she turns,
Pure bones with no blemish to be seen!

4. Of beauties she’s a softly rippling pool,
Whose cheeks are fed by the soft life feeding them.