تكحّل عينيك عندَ العشيّ

كأنّك مومِسة زانِيَه

Kohl your eyes at nightfall

As if you were a wanton harlot

وَآية ذلكَ بعدَ الخلوق

تغلّف رأسك بِالغالِيَه

And the proof after creation

Is to wrap your head in finery

وَأنّ بنيكَ لِريبِ الزمان

أَمست رقابهمُ حالِيَه

And that your girls in these doubtful times

Have bared their necks

فَلَو كان أوسٌ لَهم حاضراً

لَقال لهم إنّ ذا مالِيَه

So if Aus were here

He would say to them “this is not proper”