يَمَّمتُ رُبوعَها فَطابَ المغنى

يَمَّمتُ رُبوعَها فَطابَ المغنى

مِن زُرِّ قَميصها إِلى ما أَدنى

مِن زُرِّ قَميصها إِلى ما أَدنى

I made for her quarters, and the dwelling grew sweet,

I roamed its expanses, so the melody was sweet

From her shirt’s button to what lay below.

From the buttons of her shirt to her hips so neat

خاصَرتُ فَقالَت وَرأت لي نَظَراً

خاصَرتُ فَقالَت وَرأت لي نَظَراً

ما مِثلُك مغرى بِدَقيق المعنى

ما مِثلُك مغرى بِدَقيق المعنى

I clasped her waist; she said, noticing my gaze:

I drew her close, and she cast on me a tender look

“One like you is not captivated by subtle meaning.”

None like you can discern such subtle meaning in a book