لاَ تَنكِحَنَّ الدَّهرَ إن كُنتَ نَاكِحاً

مُلَفَّفَةً مِمَّا تَضُمُّ الدَّسَاكِرُ

Do not marry this ever-changing world, even if you are eager for marriage,

Wrapped in what the quivers contain,

وَنُبِّئتُهَا تَسرِى إذَا اللَّيلُ جَنَّهَا

بجَوخَى وَهَل تَسرِى بِجَوخَى الحَرَائرُ

And I told her she could walk freely when night spread its gown,

With pride - and do free women walk with pride?

لَها مِغزلٌ حَنَّانُ حِينَ تُدِيرُهُ

ومِن كَامِخِ الفَرهَى جِرَارٌ حَوَادِرُ

She has a lovely spindle when she turns it,

And from supple pillows, round flasks.