لَبِقُ القَدِّ لَذيذُ المُعتَنَق

يُشبِهُ البَدرَ إِذا البَدرُ اِتَّسَق

The nape of his neck is soft, embracing him is blissful

Graceful of stature, delightful to embrace,

He resembles the full moon in its brightness

Likeness of the moon when its circle is complete.

مُثقَلُ الرِدفِ إِذا وَلّى حَكى

موثَقاً في القَيدِ يَمشي في زَلَق

Heavy-thighed when he turns his walk tells

Weighted in the hips—when he turns away, he moves

As though fettered in chains he steps on slippery ground

Like a fettered captive treading on slippery ground.

وَإِذا أَقبَلَ كادَت أَعيُنٌ

نَحوَهُ تَجرَحُ فيهِ بِالحَدَق

And when he comes it's as if eyes

And when he draws near, the eyes of beholders

Were pierced by his compelling gaze

Almost wound him with the piercing of their gaze.

هُوَ في عَيني جَديدٌ دائِماً

وَسِواهُ الدَهرُ في عَيني خَلَق

To me he is ever fresh, ever new

He is, within my sight, forever fresh and new,

The rest of creation to me is trite dregs

While all else in the world seems worn and old.