وَذي هَيفٍ ما زالَ بالرَملِ مولَعاً

وَذي هَيفٍ ما زالَ بالرَملِ مولَعاً

إِذا ما سأَلتُ الوَصلَ منه تَبلَّدا

إِذا ما سأَلتُ الوَصلَ منه تَبلَّدا

And a slender-waisted one was ever enamored of sand-divination;

Whenever I asked him for union, he grew unresponsive.

وَوَشّى نَقيَّ الخَدِّ منه بحمرَةٍ

وَوَشّى نَقيَّ الخَدِّ منه بحمرَةٍ

فَقُلتُ طَريقٌ للوِصال تولَّدا

فَقُلتُ طَريقٌ للوِصال تولَّدا

And he adorned his unblemished cheek with a blush;

So I said, “A path to union has arisen.”