قَد سَقَتني وَالصُبحُ قَد فَتَّقَ اللَيـ

ـلَ بِكَأسَينِ ظَبيَةٌ حَوراءُ

The dawn has broken through and she has made

She poured for me, while morning cleft the cloak of

me drink at daybreak from two silver goblets,

night, with two cups—a gazelle with large, dark eyes,

عَن بَنانٍ كَأَنَّهُ قُضُبُ الفِضـ

ـضَةِ قَنّى أَطرافَها الحِنّاءُ

A fair-skinned beauty, with a frame like marble

From fingertips that seemed like slender rods of silver,

sculpted by an artist and clothed in silk.

whose delicate ends the henna had dyed crimson.

ذاتُ حُسنٍ تُسجى بِأَردافِها الأُز

رُ وَتُطوى في قُمصِها الأَحشاءُ

She has an elegance that allows her thighs to be

A beauty, whose lower wraps are draped across her hips,

revealed, yet modesty keeps her bosom veiled.

while her slender waist is folded in her gown;

قَد طَوى بَطنَها عَلى سَعَةِ العَيـ

ـشِ ضُمورٌ في حَقوِها وَاِنطِواءُ

Though slender, her hips are ample on the lush pillows,

Her belly is drawn lean despite her life of luxury,

with dimples on her cheeks and ringlets in her hair.

a leanness in her flank, a sculpted, folded curve.