إنّي بحبِّ الجبالِ بعتُ كما

تعلمُ أرضَ العراقِ بالجَبلِ

With my love of mountains, as you know

I sold the land of Iraq with its hills.

مصارعُ العاشقين أكثر ما

تكونث بين العِذار والكَفَل

The battlefield of lovers is most often

Between cheek and chin.

أحبُّ بانَ القدودِ تعطفُه

صَبا الصبِّا بالغُدوِّ والأصُلِ

I love the flexing of the slim waists

When the youths bend with the morn and eve.

وكلّ طَفلٍ كأن غرّتَهُ الشم

سُ أنارت من كِلّهِ الطَّفَلِ

Each boy's cheek the sun seemed to have lit

Illuminating his whole cheek.

مبلبَلُ الصُّدغِ وردُ وجنتهِ

أحمرُ من قبل حمرةِ الخَجَل

His mole is a rose, his cheek a garden,

Redder than the redness of shyness itself,

ووجهُه البدرُ تحتَ طرّتهِ

يبدو كصبحٍ بالليلِ مشتَمِلِ

And his face the full moon beneath his forelock

Appears like a dawn amidst the night.