1. وَجارِيَةٍ شَعرُها شَطرُها

    مُحَكَّمَةٍ نافِذٍ أَمرُها

    And a maiden whose hair makes up half of her,

    Vested with authority, her command holds sway.

  2. تَدورُ وَفي كَفِّها طاقَةٌ

    تَضَمَّنَها مُكرَهاً شِبرُها

    She circles about, a bouquet in her palm,

    Her handspan forced to enfold it.

  3. فَإِن أَسكَرَتنا فَفي جَهلِها

    بِما فَعَلَتهُ بِنا عُذرُها

    So if she intoxicates us, in her ignorance

    Of what she has done to us lies her excuse.