أَلا طَرَقَتنا لَيلَةً أُمُّ هَيثَمٍ

بِمَنزِلَةٍ تَعتادُ أَرحُلُنا فُضلا

Oh didn't the mother of Haytham visit us one night,

At a house where our saddles were usually left behind.

تَروقُكَ عَيناها وَأَنتَ تَرى لَها

عَلى حَيثُ يُلقى الزَوجُ مُنبَطِحاً سَهلا

Her eyes admire you as you see her

In a place where a husband lies stretched out on a plain.

إِذا السابِرِيُّ الحُرُّ أَخلَصَ لَونَها

تَبَيَّنتَ لا جيداً قَصيراً وَلا عُطلا

When the free Sabiri showed his true colors,

You saw clearly neither a short neck nor laziness.

إِذا ما مَشَت تَهتَزُّ لا أَحمَرِيَّةٌ

وَلا نَصَفٌ تَطَنُّ مِن جِسمِها دَخلا

When she walked, neither reddish nor

Half swaying from her body entered.