جَمَشَتني بِحاجِبٍ

وَأَشارَت بِطَرفِها

She frowned at me with her eyebrow

And gestured with a glance of her eye

فَتَأَمَّلتُ وَجهَها

فَاِتَّقَتني بِكَفِّها

So I gazed upon her face

And she chided me with her palm

لَيتَ نِصفي عَلى الفِرا

شِ لِحافٌ لِنِصفِها

If only my bed were cloven in twain

An ample cover for half of it

فَأَنالُ الَّذي أُري

دُ عَلى رَغمِ أَنفِها

Then I might attain what I desire

In spite of her spite