تُرَكِّبُ الرُّوحَ فِيهِ إِذْ تُرَكِّبُهُ

في حِجْرِها فَمَلاوِيها مَلاوِيهِ

She fits a soul within it as she fits it

in her lap—its curves becoming her curves.

حَتَّى إِذَا دَغْدَغَتْ أَوْتَارَهُ عَبَثاً

تكَلَّمَتْ أَلْسُنٌ مِنْ صَدْرِها فِيهِ

Then, when she playfully tickles its strings,

tongues from her breast speak through it.

مَا أَفْسَدَتْ يَدُها اليُمْنى مَحَاسِنَهُ

مُذْ أَصْلَحَتْ يَدُها اليُسْرى مَساوِيهِ

Her right hand does not spoil its beauties,

since her left hand has set its faults aright.