مَشَتْ فحكتْ مِشيةَ الجؤذرِ

وأَشْبَهَتِ الصبحَ في المَنْظَرِ

She walked with the gait of a graceful gazelle

And resembled the dawn in her visage

وماسَتْ وقد جاذبتها الصَّبَا

ذيولاً من السندس الأَخضر

The morning breeze blew her green silken dress

As she gracefully swayed to and fro

فقلتُ قضيبُ النَّقَا يانعٌ

يميسُ على حِقْفِه الأَغْفَرِ

I said, “Like a slender palm tree is this maiden

Gently swaying on her delicate stem”

لقد فَضَلَتْ كلَّ ممشوقةٍ

تتيهُ على القمر المُقْمِرِ

She surpasses all ladies who proudly strut

Lost in their own vanity and whim

كما فضلَ الناسَ في مجدهمْ

أبو جعفرِ بِن أَبي جعفَرِ

As Abu Ja’far ibn Abi Ja’far

Surpasses all people in renown and fame

فَتىً إن دَجَا حادثٌ حالكٌ

فمرآه كالفَلَقِ المُسْفِرِ

A young man whose sharp intellect

Cuts through problems like a gleaming sword