1. يا ربَّ مائسةِ الأعطافُ مُخْطَفَةٍ

    إذا دنا نَزْعُها فالعيشُ مُنْتَزِحُ

    Ah, many a slender-waisted one with swaying flanks!

    When her drawing is at hand, life is far away.

  2. ظلَّتْ ترنُّ وظلَّ النزعُ يَعطِفها

    كما تَرَنَّمَ نَشْوانٌ به مَرَح

    She kept twanging, and the drawing kept bending her,

    Like a drunken man singing, full of glee.

  3. وقد تألَّقَ نصلُ السَّهْم مندفعاً

    عنها فقل كوكبٌ يُرْمَى به قزح

    And the arrowhead gleamed as it sped

    From her—say, a star hurled at Qazah.