وابأبي أحور كالظبي لدن

القدِّ فرد الحسن كالبدر

By my father's life, slender like a gazelle

With his shape perfect and beautiful like the full moon

يهزُّ سكر الدلّ من قدّه

وهو بعيد العهد بالسكر

Intoxicating with the sway of his walk

Yet unaccustomed is he to drunkenness

غصناً من الفضَّة من لي به

في يده غصنٌ من التبر

Would that I had a branch of silver in my hand

While in his hand is a branch of musk