وَمضمر الكَشح يَطويهِ الضَجيعِ بِهِ

وَمضمر الكَشح يَطويهِ الضَجيعِ بِهِ

طيّ الحَمائِل لا جافٍ وَلا فَقير

طيّ الحَمائِل لا جافٍ وَلا فَقير

And a slender-waisted one, whom a bedmate bends at the waist,

With a treasure of munificence he enriches the needy

And one of slender waist, whom the bedfellow enfolds,

As sword-belts are folded—neither coarse nor frail;

Though wrapped in a cover where indigence lurks,

As a sword-belt wraps—neither rough nor gaunt to hold.

وَذي رَوادِف لا يُلفى الاِزار بِها

وَذي رَوادِف لا يُلفى الاِزار بِها

يُلوى وَلَو كانَ سبعاً حينَ يُؤتزر

يُلوى وَلَو كانَ سبعاً حينَ يُؤتزر

And one with full haunches, around which no waistcloth is found

Whose train robes even a miser's loins

And one of ample hips, where the wrapper cannot bind,

Wound, even were it seven [cubits] long when donned.

When as a Hater of Bakhil his waist he would gird.

Or keep its twist, though seven times entwined.