إِنَّ التي هَامَ الفؤادِ بِذِكرِهَا

غَادَرَت بين الحوائح أسهُمَا

She whose mention enthralled my heart

Left between the tents her arrows

خُودٌ يَكَادُ اللَّحظُ يُدمِي خَدُّهَا

مَن لِي بِخَدٍّ سَالَ مِن لَحظٍ دَمَا

A cheek that a glance almost makes bleed

Who can I find with a cheek blood flowed from a glance?

هَيفَاءُ مِجوالُ الوِشَاحِ خَرِيدَةٌ

رَدَّت فُؤادَكَ بَعدَ حِلمٍ مُغرَمَا

Swaying, wrapped in a scarf, alluring

She returned your heart after infatuation, afflicted

قَد غَصَّ بالأردافِ منها مَرطُها

والحِجلُ حتى كاد أن يَتَفَصَّمَا

Her buttocks were bursting out of her skirt

And her anklets until they almost came apart

بَخِلَت عليكِ بِلَثمِهَا وَحدِيثِهَا

مَاذَا عَلَيهَا لَوحَبَتكَ تَكُلَّمَا

She was stingy to you with her kiss and her conversation

What would it have cost her to be affectionate and talk?

أني يُحَلأُ أو يَئُوبُ مَصَرّداً

صَادٍ ألَمَّ بِمَنهَلٍ يَشكُو الظَّمَا

Should I become sick or lovesick, wasting away,

A hunter hurt at a watering-place complaining of thirst,

لاَ مَريمٌ أرجُو لَهَا وَصلاً وَلاَ

قَلبي يَسلُو سَاعَةً عَن مَريَمَا

No Mary I hope to join, and my heart

Does not distract itself an hour from Maryam