أَيا ما أُحَيسِنَها مُقلَةً

وَلَولا المَلاحَةَ لَم أَعجَبِ

Oh how graceful when she sways

Oh, how exquisite is that eye,

Were it not for mischief, I'd not admire

Were it not for its charm, I would not marvel.

خَلوقِيَّةٌ في خَلوقِيِّها

سُوَيداءُ مِن عِنَبِ الثَعلَبِ

So very dainty in her daintiness

Saffron-hued within its amber essence,

Dark-skinned as a fox's grapes

Dark at the core like the nightshade berry.

إِذا نَظَرَ البازُ في عِطفِهِ

كَسَتهُ شُعاعاً عَلى المَنكِبِ

When the falcon glances at her shoulder

When the hawk turns to gaze upon his wing,

His plumage casts a gleam upon her arm

It clothes his shoulder in a ray of light.