تميدُ وأرادافُها كالجبال
تموجُ فغادرن صبري جُذاد
She sways, her haunches like mountains;
They billow, leaving my patience in fragments.
ولا غرو أن لاذ وجدي بها
فتلك جبالٌ بهنّ الملاذ
No wonder my passion sought refuge in her:
Those, then, are mountains—in them lies refuge.
Sol 5.6