وَقابلَني في الدَرس أَبيضُ ناعِمٌ

وَأَسمرُ لدنٌ أَورثا جسميَ الرَدى

A fair one met me in class, soft and white

And a gentle, swarthy one bequeathed frailty to my frame

فَذا هَزَّ مِن عطفيهِ رُمحا مُثقفاً

وَذا سَلَّ مِن جفنيه عَضبا مُهندا

One shook from his shoulder a polished lance

While the other drew from his eyelids a well-honed blade