ما أَحسَنَ عُلِّقتُها سَمراءَ

تَهتَزُّ فَتحي الصَّعدَةَ السَّمراءَ

How beautiful is her dangling earring, brown

It sways, awakening desire, a brownish excitement

كَحلاءَ خُذوا إِن أَنكَرَت مُقلَتُها

قَتلي بِدَمِي وَجنَتَها الحَمراءَ

Take her kohl - though her glances feign denial -

And my blood, her red lips that slay