يا زَينَ مَن رَأَتِ العُيونُ إِذا بَدَت

وَسطَ النِساءِ وَلَفَّهُنَّ المَجمَعُ

O beauty whom eyes feast upon when she appears

Amidst women, drawing all gazes towards her

الحُسنُ مِنكِ سَجِيَّةٌ مَطبوعَةٌ

وَمِنَ النِساءِ تَخَلُّقٌ وَتَصَنُّعُ

Loveliness in you is innate and natural

While in women, it is pretense and artificial

يَومَ الجِنازَةِ لَو شَهِدتُ تَمَتَّعَت

عَيني بِها وَلَقَلَّما تَتَمَتَّعُ

If I had witnessed you on your funeral bier

My eyes would have delighted, though it was fleeting

خَرَجَت وَلَم أَشعُر بِذاكَ فَلَيتَني

كُنتُ الجِنازَةَ وَهيَّ فيمَن يَتبَعُ

You left and I did not sense it, would that

I were the bier, following behind where you lead