يا غَزالاً يَرِقُّ خَصراً وَطَبعاً

حينَ هَزَّ القَوامَ والأَعطافا

Oh gazelle with the slender waist and gentle nature

When you sway your hips and bend your frame

ما حَكى الغُصنُ مِن قَوامِكَ ليناً

وَاِعتِدالاً نَعم حَكاهُ اِنعِطافا

The supple branch cannot describe your graceful poise

Though it tries, how it tries, to emulate your lithe form as it sways