أَلَيسَت سُلَيمى تَحتَ سَقفٍ يَكُنُّها

وَإِيّايَ هَذا في الهَوى لي نافِعُ

Is not Sulayma sheltered beneath a roof that shields her,

While I have this passion for her that profits me naught?

وَيَلبَسُها اللَيلُ البَهيمُ إِذا دَجى

وَتُبصِرُ ضَوءَ الفَجرِ وَالفَجرُ ساطِعُ

The mindless night envelops her when it grows dark,

And she sees the light of dawn when bright dawn breaks.

تَدوسُ بِساطاً قَد أَراهُ وَأَنثَني

أَطَأهُ بِرِجلي كُلُّ ذا لي شافِعُ

She treads a carpet I have seen and touched

With my feet, trod by all who support me.