للَه حُسن وحسنها الغضُّ الذي

هامت به عربُ الرها والرومُ

God has granted her beauty, and her youthfulness

Has enthralled the Arabs and the Romans alike.

ورضابها العذب الذي ما طاب لي

لولاه مشروبٌ ولا مشموم

Her sweet saliva, which nothing has surpassed in taste,

Is the only drink I crave, nothing else will do.

بدوية تأبى الهراش عقودها

مثل الفراش على النهود تحوم

A Bedouin beauty who refuses necklaces as adornment,

Hovering over breasts like a butterfly over flowers.

ونهودها ككواكب من فضةٍ

فيهن من أكر العقيق نجوم

Her breasts are like silver stars,

With ruby teats as their shining gems.

قلت اطردي هذا الفراش عن اللظى

وضممتها فتأوَّد المضموم

I said, “Shoo away this butterfly from the flames!”

And drew her close, embracing the embraced.

وغدت تدافعني بهنَّ عنِ اللَمى

وتقول مه إن النهود رجوم

She began to defend herself from my passion

Saying, “Do not pelt the breasts with stones!”

صدقت فما دفع الهموم وذادها

عني بغير نهودها القيوم

You speak true, nothing has warded off anguish like

Her upright breasts have done.