وخاطِرَةٍ كالظَّبيِ في خَطْوِها بُعْدُ

تَكادُ أعاليها مِنَ اللِّينِ تَنْقَدُّ

With a gait like a shy gazelle, so elegant

Her swaying figure nearly bends from gentleness

تَمَنَّيْتُها في حَضْرَةٍ وَسْطَ رَوْضَةٍ

يَنِمُّ عَلَينا مِنْ خَمائِلها النَّدُّ

I wished for her presence, in a garden amidst meadows

Where the soft breeze makes the branches sway

فَصدَّتْ وقالَتْ ما لِطَبعِكَ قد جَفا

وأيَّ رِياضٍ تَبْتَغي بَعْدَما أبْدُو

But she turned away and said “Why has your nature grown cold?

What gardens do you still seek, after I have appeared?”

وفِرْدَوسُها والقُضْبُ والعَرفُ والنَّدى

وأوْراقُها والوُرْقُ والكُثْبُ والرَّنْدُ

“My paradise, sugar-cane, the trellises and dew

Its leaves, the cypress, the curves and the supple boughs

وحضْرَتُها والرَاحُ والنُّقْلُ والغِنا

ونَرْجِسُها والزَّهرُ والآسُ والوَرْدُ

Its presence, the breeze, the ripples and the song

Its narcissus, the flowers, myrtle and roses

ثِيابي وأعطافي ونَشْري ونِعْمَتي

وقُرْطي وحَلْيِي والرَّوادِفُ والقَدُّ

My clothes, my scarves, my prosperity and comforts

My earrings, my jewelry, frills and necklace

وَوَجْهي وَرِيقي والنُّهودُ ومَنْطِقي

ولَحْظي وثَغْري والغَدائِرُ والخَدُّ

My face, my saliva, my breasts and my talk

My glance, my lips, my locks and my cheeks

إذا لُحْتُ لاحَ الحُسْنُ طُرّاً وإنْ أغِبْ

فلا شَجَنٌ يَخْفى ولا حَسَنٌ يَبْدُو

When I smile with the brilliance of beauty

No sadness is concealed, no beauty appears”