زُرتُ المَليحَةَ وَالرَّقِي

بُ يَروعُني ذاكَ الخَبيثُ

I visited the alluring one at nightfall

In a place that frightens me, that wicked one

في لَيلَةٍ ما كانَ مِن

هُ سِوى دُجاها مَن يُغيثُ

There was none other than the dark of night

To hear my cries for help in that lonely place

فَلَقيتُ سَلمى وَالكَرى

في عَينِهِ فُقِئَتْ يَعيثُ

I met Salma and her companion there

With mischief in her eyes, up to no good

وَالفَجرُ في أَثَرِ الظَلا

مِ يَهُزُّهُ العَنَقُ الحَثيثُ

And dawn followed closely on the darkness

Shaking it off impatiently, eager to advance

ثُمَّ اِنصَرَفتُ وَلَم يَكُن

إِلّا عِناقٌ أَو حَديثُ

Then I left and nothing had occurred

Other than an embrace or sweet talk