خَلِيلَيِّ عُوجا حَيِّيَا أُمَّ خَشْرَمِ

ولاَ تَعْجَلاَنِي أَنْ أَقُولَ لَهَا اسْلَمِي

My friends, gently awaken Umm Khoshram

And do not hurry me to bid her convert

رَقِيقَةٌ سِرْبَالِ الحِرِيرِ يَضُوعُهَا

غِنَاءُ الحَمَامِ الوُرْقِ بِالمُتَهَوَّمِ

She is delicate, the silk wrapper reveals her

The cooing of the doves in the foliage disturbs me

إِذَا ابْتَسَمَتْ في مُظْلِمِ اللَّيْلِ فَرَّجَتْ

دُجَى اللَّيْلِ عَنْ عَذْبٍ أَغَرَّ مُوشَّمِ

When she smiles in the darkness of night, she dispels

The gloom of night with sweetness, a fascinating tattoo

أَغَرِّ الثَنايَا خُفَّ بِالظَّلْمِ نَبْتُهُ

ذُرَى بَرَدٍ أَطْرَافُهُ لَمْ تَثَلَّمِ

The most delightful curves, hidden in the shadows is their growth

Specks of dew, their edges unblemished

ونَحْرٍ جَرَى مِنْ ضَرْبِ فَارِسَ فَوْقُه

بِمَا شِئْتَ مِنْ دِينَارِ عَيْنٍ ودِرْهَمِ

And a neck overflowing from the blow of a horseman's sword

For whatever price you wish of silver coin or gold dinar

كَجَمْرِ الغَضَى فَوْقَ النَّقَا هَبَّتِ الصَّبَا

لهُ مَوْهِناً مِنْ عَارِضٍ مُبَتَسِّمِ

Like embers of passion above the soft sands, blown by the morning breeze

It has a tender inclination from a smiling cheek