مغنيةٌ حقاً بإسقاطِ نقطةٍ

إذا ما شَدَتْ ظلَّتْ وأشداقُها تُلْوَى

A singer indeed with a dotted mark's fall

When she pulls, her shadows stretch and her lips twist

لها نكهةٌ تحكي بها إنْ تَكَلَّمتْ

فأهدتْ إلى المُشْتَمِّ من رِيحها الفَسْوَى

She has a flavor that tells when she speaks

She gifted the smeller her stench that decays

إذا شهدت للقوم في اللّهو مَعرَساً

غدا مأتماً يمحو بأحزانه اللَّهوى

When she testifies for people in playfulness

Tomorrow it's a mourning that erases desires

وإنَّ امرأً يقوى على لَثْمِ ثَغْرِها

على الضغط والتعذيب في قبره يقْوَى

A man who can kiss her lips

Will endure torture and pressure in his grave

جَفَتْ هامةٌ منها ودُقِّق ساقُها

فما صلحت إلا لِبَنْجَقِها مَلْوى

A protector of hers became dry and thin

So she's only fit for her twisted pipe