شارَفتُ بِمُلتَقى القِبابِ الجونِ

بيضاً سحرت بلبّيَ المَفتونِ

I approached the meeting place of the tents

White, my infatuated heart was bewitched

يَكشِفنَ وُجوهَهُنَّ زَهواً لَكِن

يَضربنَ مِن العَفافِ سَدّاً دوني

They revealed their faces radiantly but

Struck from chastity a barrier before me