وَصَبيِّ جَمّالٍ كَلِفتُ بِحُبِّهِ

مَنَح الجمالَ مَلاحَةً وَجَمالا

With love for a beautiful boy I was tasked,

Beauty he was granted, and grace.

يَقتادُ أَبعُرَهُ لَهُ بأزِمَّةٍ

غُصُنٌ يجرر بِالجِبال جِبالا

His camel he leads with the reins,

A branch pulling mountains as if they were hills.

وَيطيعُهُ مَع غِلظةٍ في طَبعِها

أَترى الجَمالَ يُلَطِّف الأَجمالا

And it obeys him, despite its stubborn nature-

Does beauty soften even the stubborn?

فَإِذا اِمتَطى جَملا تَسنَّم رَبوةً

قَد حُمِّلَت مِن رِدفِهِ أَثقالا

When he mounted a camel fully packed,

Loaded with burdens upon its saddle.

في خَدِّهِ جَمرٌ وَفي لَفظاتِهِ

جَمرٌ يُلَدّ فُكاهَةً وَمَقالا

In his cheek burning embers, and in his words,

Burning embers concealed with jokes and talk.

وَإِذا يُناغِي تربَهُ فَكَأَنَّما

نَغَمُ البَلابل هَيَّجَت بلبالا

And when he shakes off his dust it's as though

The songs of nightingales stirred and trilled.

يا حُسنَهُ شَعثاً كَأَن حلقاتُهُ

قِطَعُ الغَمامِ تكنَّفَتهُ هِلالا

Oh, his beauty disheveled, its curls as though

The crescent moon framed his handsome face.