وغادَةٍ كَمهاةِ الرَّملِ آنِسَةٍ

تَذودُ عَنها سَراةُ الحَيِّ مِن سَبإِ

And a lovely gazelle, companion of the sandy dunes,

The dwellers of the camp ward her off from Saba'.

إِذا بَدَتْ سارَقَتْها العَينُ نَظرَتَها

تَلَمُّحَ الصَّقرِ رُعباً فَوقَ مُرتَبإِ

When her eyes steal a glance, she glimpses

The falcon in fright, above the hilltop.

قالَتْ وَقَد أَنكَرَتْ وَجهاً يُلَوِّحُهُ

طَيُّ المَهامِهِ ما لِلسَّيفِ ذا صَدأِ

She said, as she denied a face he was waving,

"What can a rusted sword do to me?"

فَقُلتُ لا تُنكريهِ إِنَّ لي شِيَماً

تَرضَينَها إِن سأَلتِ الحَيَّ عَن نَبئِي

I said, "Do not deny him, I have a nature,

The dwellers of the camp would approve, if asked about my character."

أَرجو وَخَصرُكِ يَهوى لا رأى فَرَجاً

أَن يُرويَ اللَهُ ما يَشكوهُ مِن ظَمإِ

I hope, your waist sways, not having seen an opening,

That God may quench, what he complains of thirst.