دارِ الهوى فلسلطان الظُّبا دول

وللغرام وغى فرسانها المقل

The abode of love, so the antelope reign

And passion's fervor makes its horsemen vain

إذا أدارت ظباءُ الأنسِ أعينَها

حُمَّ الحمامُ وخام المُحْرَبُ البطل

When the does of intimacy turn their eyes

The pigeons coo and the warrior's sword is plain

كأنما لحظاتُ البيضِ خُرَّدِها

بين الجوانح بيضُ الهندِ والأسل

As if the glances of the white eggs flutter

Between the breasts, Indian white and dark gazelle

بانوا وما عهدت نفسي شموسَ ضحىً

أضحتْ مطالعهن الأينق الذلل

They appeared, and never has my soul known dawns

Whose risings were so gently bright and well

حتى رأيتُ قبابَ الحيِّ قد رُفِعتْ

وقد تراختْ على لبّاتها الكلل

Until I saw the pavilions of the tribe raised up

And the crowns were lowered over their cheeks' parallel

حَلُّوا بساحاتِ أجراع الحمى ونأوا

فما لنا غيرُ أنفاسِ الصِّبا رسل

They camped in the vales of ardent fever and went far

So we have naught but the breezes of morn that tell