عَهدي بِها في الخدرِ تحجبُ دلّها

فَعلى البروزِ لِفتنتي مَن دلّها

My pact with her in the wine is to veil her charms,

Yet at my appearing for my trial who unveiled her?

كَشَفت ذوائبَ فاحمٍ عن مقمرٍ

فَضَحَ الغزالَة إِذ عَلت كبداً لها

She revealed the tresses of a fawn, on a moonlike face,

So the gazelle exposed herself when she rose over a hillock.