قالوا التَحى فَاِقطَع عُرى عِشقِهِ

فَقُلتُ لِمْ فَخرِيَ أَن أَعشَقَهُ

They said: "Break off your love ties with him."

I said: "Why? It's my pride that I love him."

هَوَيتُهُ وَالخَدُّ مِنهُ بِلا

طَرزٍ لِديباجَتِهِ المُشرِقَه

I craved him, while my cheek bore no embroidery

To match the brocade of his shining beauty.

فَكَيفَ إِذ عُنبِرَ كافورُهُ

وَأَصبَحَت فَضَّتُهُ مُحرَقَه

So how could I break away now ambergris is his breath

And his silver has turned to a burning fire?