مَاستْ فَقِيلَ هِي القَضيبُ الأَمْيدُ

وَرنتْ فَقِيلَ هي الغَزالُ الأَغْيَدُ

She walked with pride, they said "She is the noble steed"

She rang, they said "She is the graceful gazelle"

وَرَأَتْ بَدِيعَ جَمالِها فَتبّسمتْ

عَنْ لُؤلؤٍ بِمثَالِه تَتَقَلَّدُ

She saw her beauty's splendor, so she smiled

Pearls around her neck, proudly displayed

بَيْضاءُ رَوْضُ الحُسْنِ فيها أَخْضَرٌ

وَمَدامِعي حُمْرٌ وعَيْشي أسْوَدُ

The garden of beauty is white, yet verdant

My tears are red, my life is dark

فَعلتْ سُيوفُ السّحْر مِنْ أجْفانِها

ما يَفْعَلُ الهِنْديُّ وَهْوَ مُجَرَّدُ

The swords of magic in her eyelids

Act as an Indian dancer's, bared