خُذ في الخَلاعَةِ وَالتَصابي

بَينَ الحَدائِقِ وَالرَوابي

Take refuge in solitude, among the gardens and hills,

And delight in the companionship of a virtuous maiden

وَاِنعَم بِإِبنَةِ كَرمَةٍ

قَد أَخلَقَت ثَوبَ التَصابي

In the dress of solitude, her radiant face shines,

As she modestly drinks from her veil.

عَذراءَ يَلمَعُ وَجهُها

لِلشَربِ في شَربِ النِقابِ

The water in her pitcher overflows,

Filling the cups of lovers.

فَالماءُ في غُدرانِهِ

قَد كَبَّ أَكوابَ الحَبابِ