رَقَصتَ أَبا إِسحاقَ ما لَيسَ في القَصِّ

غَداةَ تَثَنّى مِنكَ غُصنٌ عَلى دَعصِ

You danced Abu Ishaq what is not in the story

The morning after a branch leaned on you from the palm tree

أَتَيتَ بِإيقاعٍ وَجَدناهُ راجِحاً

وَما كُلُّ إِيقاعٍ يَكونُ بِلا نَقصِ

You came with a rhythm we found it apt

And not every rhythm is without flaw

وَأَبرَزتَ مِن خِدرِ الإِشارَةِ مَقطَعاً

تَنَزَّهَ طَرفي مِنهُ في حَسَنِ الشَخصِ

And you brought out from the fold of gesture an excerpt

My eyes averted from it in the beauty of the person

فَلَو لَم يَكُن هاروتَها مِن صِناعَةٍ

إِذاً ما رَأَينا مِنكَ سِحراً مِنَ الرَقصِ

So if her skill was not from wizardry

Then we would not have seen from you magic in the dance