دَعونا ضَرَّةَ البَدرِ المُنيرِ
فَوافَتنا عَلى خُضرٍ نَضيرِ
We summoned the radiant full moon’s rival;
and she came to us upon fresh green [things],
مُطَرَّزَةَ الشَوارِبَ بِالغَوالي
مُضَمَّخَةَ السَوالِفَ بِالعَبيرِ
her upper lip embroidered with precious perfumes,
her side-locks steeped in fragrance.
تَرى ما شِئتَ مِن قَدٍّ رَشيقِ
وَما أَحبَبتَ مِن رَدفٍ وَثيرِ
You see whatever slender, graceful figure you wish,
and whatever soft, ample rump you desire.
أُلامِسُها وَقَد لَبِسَت حَريراً
فَأَحسَبُها حَريراً في حَريرِ
I touch her while she is clad in silk,
and take her for silk within silk.
فَأُنسٌ ثُمَّ لَهوٌ ثُمَّ زَهرٌ
سُرورٌ في سُرورٍ في سُرورِ
So there is intimacy, then play, then flowers—
joy within joy within joy.
Sol 5.6