قد قلتُ لما مر بي معرضاً

كالبدر تحت الغسق الداجي

When he passed by averting his face,

Like the moon beneath the murky night,

يهتز في حشيته متعباً

من كفل كالموج رجراج

Swaying wearily in his chest

From shoulders rippling like waves,

ويلي على حل سراويله

فإنه شد على عاج

Woe to me from his flowing robe,

For it clung to ivory.