1. Indeed, my poetry has traveled through every land,

    And everyone has craved its tenderness.

  2. I composed lovely verse about beautiful women,

    Leaving all other poetry unsought.

  3. The people of Farghana have sung it,

    And the villages of al-Sus, Alta, and Sanad.

  4. And to Tangier's villages and the barrier that lies

    Where the sun sets, my poetry has come.

  5. ʿAthma claimed that I felt no longing

    In my love for her; I said, 'Rather, my longing is fiercer.'

  6. Would that whoever blames a lover for love

    Were bound before the people with a rope of twisted fiber.

  7. ʿAththama's wrap is draped over

    A rump like a densely packed sand dune.

  8. O you who ask about our pleasure,

    Life's pleasure is soft, full-bodied, bashful maidens,

  9. And lovely singing from a singing-girl,

    And fragrant herbs, and freshly replenished wine.

  10. That is more desirable than my riding a mule:

    Whenever she shies at my saddle, I say, 'Come back!'

  11. Or my riding the surging horse that,

    Whenever it gallops with me, I say, 'Go faster!'

  12. Mounting the vulva brings pleasure

    And relief for a young man from what he suffers.

Sol 6.1