وَكَواعِبٍ تَشْكو الوُشاةَ كَما شَكَتْ

أَرْدافَها عِنْدَ القِيامِ خُصورُها

And maidens complain of desertion, as their hips complained

When they rose from the place where they had sat.

وتُريكَ أُدْحِيَّ الظَّليمِ حِجالُها

وَتَضُمُّ غِزْلانَ الصَّريمِ خُدورُها

And they show you the tents of the hated tyrant,

And the abodes where the cattle spend the night.

وَإِذا رَنَتْ وَلَعَ الفُتورُ بِمُهْجَتِي

مِنْ أَعْيُنٍ مَلَكَ القُلوبَ فُتُورُها

When they moan, and languor takes hold of my bosom,

From the eyes of those who conquer hearts, their languor.

حَسُنَتْ لَيالي الوَصْلِ حِيْنَ تَشَابَهَتْ

وَجَناتُها في حُسْنِها وَبُدُورُها

Pleasant were the nights of union, when they resembled

Gardens, in their beauty and freshness.

وَصَدَدْتُ عَنْ تِلْكَ المَراشِفِ عِفَةًّ

فَالرِّيقُ خَمْرٌ وَالحَبابُ ثُغورُها

And I turned from those well-spread carpets in chastity,

For saliva is wine, and kisses the sores.